Bracelet

Delicate, detailed, defined.
The finely wound chain curls limply around my wrist
This tiny object breaks the distance
Of what seems like galaxies.

The bracelet is a flower
The stem is always there,
But each petal is unique and fragile
And easily broken.
Each charm grips onto so many memories,
So many good,
Yet so many bad.

Once beautiful and silver,
Now rusted by the years.
What was once so important
Is special in new ways
Now mostly ignored but
Never forgotten.