Pearl necklace

Smelling the necklace
as it has my nan's favourite perfume's
scent.
Feeling its hard but brittle of rusted
metal upon my fingers
As its slips through my hands
and falls through the cracks
beneath my feet.
The feeling of my heart shatters into millions of pieces.
As I drop to the ground I wonder...
Why then why now
but I guess
that was then
and then is now.