Gift Of Me

The gift broke. And it hurt me so bad to see happen. Its in two pieces. As I feel my heart broken in 10 million. The memories it held. The past time moment it possessed. Was the only thing left.

 It wasn't just a bracelet it was a meaning embraced by it.

 A meaning  that I could touch, see and feel against my skin. It was a materialistic belief deep with in.

The only thing that kept my " Dreams" 'Real'.  It broke and now "broken" I am as well.

I hurt more so, then I did once upon a day on Valentine.

 Now what am I to do? When my memories seem to be just that of dreams.

Nothing is there to pull me back down, down to reality where I need to see and know to be ME.

Now I will carry around a broken piece of me.

 A reminder that these two pieces is all I left.

To know once long ago he did love me so. 

And the pain of the gifts prognosis, reminds me of how much something so little could mean so much as seen.

 Not only do I know what I meant to him. I am remember how much he still means to ME.

I loved him, that is true. I smile, at the clear tear & think if any more It could turn blue.

With these two pieces. That was meant to be Me.

 I am reminded that yes, I still Do.

 

 I Love you.