The Locket
smooth,
cold,
comforting.
it is
the only
thing that
keeps
my knees
from
buckling,
my heart
from
shattering,
me from
breaking.
the locket
which he
had casually
slipped
around
my neck
i now
clutched
tightly in
my hands.
i unable
to control
them let
my tears
roll from
my eyes,
dropping
onto the
thin glass
that separates
the pictures
of him
and me.
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