Subverse Aphrodesia

salted silver

my jewelry box is a flood of memories
each trinket the symbol of a special day shared with you
every baubble passionately chosen to convey a love
the words could not
no matter how many times you said them
(oh, their echo still so fresh inside my ears)
I could only guess at the explosion that rocked your heart
Now I hold cold metal instead of your vibrant hand
shine its surface with cheap tears.

-- agp 24 June 2005