Do you want to know what they mean?
she says, touching the charms aboard her wrist.
they dance, a euphonious tinkle, a glittering smile.
Yes, I say,
although I already know.
This one is a flower and it means Bali
she says and touches it. She smiles her wonky grin.
This one is purple and leopard print, because so am I.
This one is blue, because your eyes are blue,
this one is a star, for when I won my first case.
You met me at the plane, remember? she says.
It exploded. I remember. You got off the plane sobbing. I wiped away your tear stained face and tried to wrap you up from the world.
It was the beginning of the end.
I wish I'd never let you go.
You touch the next piece and smile, wistful, hopeful, perpetually in the morning light and hope of a new day.
You expect forgivness and I marvel at your strange autumn world.
These are clear and pink, because that is what you wish for me;
this one is azure like the sea.
I touch you
although I am not sure
that I can see you
'neath the fog you swell, age and fade
I wish that you were mine
But if I cannot find you
live with you,
live without you
Come home to me
Don't wash away with the shells
pull the sunset
white sheet promises
your burnt little face
