TOKEN

I pick it up, lay it across
my open palm, stare at it
resting there, on my hand
feel the power of its intent
your promise seem so
long ago today but
small sign big story

I run my finger along
the edges of gems
that rim the design
look through empty
spaces, the inside gutted
to make the shape

a parting gift

it's two hearts

three, maybe four
depends on 
how you look at it

infinite, small and mighty

unending circle

comes around again

to love in sterling silver

and gold, beautiful

in intricate simplicity

a token, a pledge

that love

never ends

thank you

© Valerie Bridgeman

March 14, 2013

DRAFT/SOOOO NOT FINISHED, not all there is... can't seem to pull the "real" poem up out of me...