I sit down
Conjuring every memory of you, that I hold
Every little memory from the abyss of my heart
Collecting it and placing it on my potter’s wheel
And making a pearl of each.
Small, Bright, White and Bold
With my treasured pearls of you
I sit again.. and one by one..
meticulously I string
all of them into a necklace.
A necklace of you
And, Wear it close by my heart
Real close ! Real close!
For that is all I have now
A string of pearls,
Made of you!
