Trinket

How little I thought
Of things made from gold
Useless and expensive
Too cliched for beauty

But this little locket
How different it seems
To me it means the world
Because of what it is

It's not the gold I value
But the feeling in it
Seeing it here in my hand
It reminds me of you

Like the metal is your flesh
Smelted pure in your heart
Created by your fingers
Made beautiful by your soul

The first time I saw it
Borne around your neck
How gorgeous you were
I loved it instantly

It felt right on you
Perfectly fitting to me
You and this necklace
Seemed to belong together

Sadly, we didn't last
And sorrow consumed me
Until this was mine
I had nothing of you

When I first held it
Now in my possession
It saddened to have a piece
Without the full set

Soon I was comforted
For you were mine again
With we three pieces
Life was beautiful

But you left me once more
This beauty became pain
And I had no choice
But to send the locket back

What once was pure
Turned to blackness
This gold was as onyx
I wanted it no more

I later learned that
Once it was yours again
You sought to destroy it
It still bears the scars

It saddened me to learn
That it pained us both so
We both wanted it to go
But only I made it gone

When you returned to me
This time merely a friend
It was still intact
I simply needed it back

Now it lays on my chest
Right on top of my heart
It was cold at first
But now it's perfectly warm

I love this trinket
Because of what it now is
It is a piece of 'us'
That I'll forever cherish