The Friendship Necklace

The small diamonds glimmering,
welded deeply into the gold.
All of them shimmering,
all the memories growing old.
My eyes track to the middle,
where the other half should meet.
But unlike any other dream,
this one came to defeat.
The other half I lay on the coffin that day,
her spirits gone.
It flew away.
And left behind the memories trapped,
In these diamonds,
as I wept.
I cry myself to sleep each night,
When she was here, it was alright.
This half heart swings in the air,
this half heart never with its pair.
The half heart hangs around my neck,
never letting me forget.