Sunday, March 4, 2012

Poem

I want a locket to carry next to my heart.
The locket and heart would talk to each other,
creating their own bond of metal and muscle.

When I open the locket, a new bond will be made.
Eyes, brain, heart and locket would become one, then.
But when the locket closes, the connection is broken,
and the eyes and brain are left with only echoes.

The echoes are only shadowy pulses that fade.

Only the heart and metal remember.

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