That tarnished silver chain before his birth
Lies unworn and forgotten on your chest
Of drawers that will no longer hold my shirts
Once sent in boxes scented with sweet breath
From whispers that I softly left inside
Meticulously chosen papered love
Wrapped twice around some succulent surprise
Tastes and memories from a distant stove
Strained sighs and tears have watered down letters
I wrote to you when love was true and fair
The boxes mailed are crushed and look weathered
By rains and storms that drown you over there
This chain around my wrist covered by sleeves
Constricts my pulse. Now I can barely breathe.
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