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In early days, around my neck

I wore a friend with a sense of joy

She dangled free and loved her place

And would smile back to me

We spent our hours in a quiet way

Basking in that sense of self

Around her neck I'd dangle too

And we'd never be apart

We'd take a trip to a nowhere place

Extending our hands to point at laugh

We'd compare, contrast and live our lives

As jewels to the other's hand

But time made things weary

We'd both look away slow

Without extending our chains

Or our fingers

As we moved away the links would sever

And leave our jewels to rain

We fell helpless to the floor below

Without a kind word to spare the other

My eyes averted, her tongue ran cold

And we ended

And ended alone

From the beginning my focus was divided

In a moment's notice I had fallen down

My head in my hands, my blood in my palms

She had tumbled to another love

Time was spent wasted, air filling the cracks

Living life in such a way leaves nothing but a sigh

And yet we'll remain without our prizes

And buy something plastic,

just for the occasion.