things i’ve lost

the silver bracelet you gave me
after we broke up
with a precarious clasp
and which was next to the one
I pointed out
that I really liked
a poem written to an artist
that brought the angel
to tears
a ring to a gypsy
whose fingers
well-worn & tragic
were more delicate than mine
I traded it for a song
Buddha, sitting, reposed, golden
next to my heart
dangled by a gold chain
the same night I lost my nerve
a wooden plate to thieves
who invited me into their home
and served me from the dish
words to explain
I did not mean to do what I did
but it doesn’t matter
because it is done


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Poet. Photographer. Writer. Goddess. View all posts by ky

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