My Beautiful Tassel-less Trinket

Welcoming to my room
The fraying, glistening string
The shiny beads rusting,
A beautiful ornament.

An intricate pattern
On the gems and beads.
The meaning of friendship
Embedded in it’s edges.

Hanging on the door
Memories live inside,
Like a crystal ball
Memories come to me.

A gift to me from a friend,
I look into it’s murky mist.
A trinket, it’s beauty lost
When the door slammed and the tassel fell.
My beautiful tassel-less trinket