“A necklace that never grows old”

For as early as I can remember

before I took my first steps

and long before I could speak

it has etched its place by my side

on the same place it was some twenty years ago

with pieces of silver that gleamed in the moonlight

and those black threads, as dark as my wandering soul,

battling the elements bravely

to sit around my neck and hang just above my heart

close enough for me to see them jostle and move about

melodiously in sync to his beats

but as time galloped ahead since then

leaving a dust covered past behind

those black threads have unravelled with age

and feel coarse from everyday wear and tear

the smell of innocence that lingered in their knots has fleeted

even those pieces of silver that jingled to a beat and a drum

have stiffened and lost their shine,

they know, like I, all too well now that life has gotten shorter for them

so they sit further away from my heart

and I ever hopeful, have tried to mend their broken ends

to rekindle the flame that was burnt out by the dark

yet, all it took was a gift from a lover

a piece of silver engraved with Cupid and Persephone

a symbol of challenges overcome by loves eternity

to spread youth like a raging wild fire

that no one dares to put out.