I asked if you put me in a box. 

You nodded, your beautiful face turned toward me, you whispered yes.

I asked if you keep my things out or are they put away too?

You know what I’m asking.

You say the bracelet is on my coatrack.

Where will you put it when you move offices? 

You smile and say, I suppose it will go in a drawer, I don’t get to keep the coatrack.

That bracelet.

It has become a talisman of sorts. Hanging there giving off my protective powers. 

Its delicate gold chain, the links that bind us.

The charms, hanging from it, clinking against each other like us when we’re close.

I tried to take it back when you left.

It belongs to you now. A piece for your private collection.

“Kitty Bracelet, Worn by Her” could be the title.

Priceless and dear to your heart.

I imagine you touch it. Probably out of habit. A small stab to your heart, a quick reminder of love lost. And of me.

Funny how I left it in your office for the day. It had been banging against my keyboard all morning. I took it off at lunch, and the next day it was hanging from a branch on your coatrack.

You keep almost all the parts of me hidden away. You push me to the back of your mind.

But that small golden circle is the amount of space you allow your heart to stay raw and open.

The time it takes you to touch it and see my face in your mind is only a few heartbeats.

You can feel my essence pour out of it.

Our love as an infinite loop.

That last link to me. 

Pieces of me you can’t let go of.

Yours to keep.