The Bracelet
I found your bracelet last week.
The one you made for me.
Blue beads.
It reminds me of the good.
How we were there for each other.
A special bond that no one can fully understand,
besides you and me.

I was angry. And I am still hurt.
But I've decided to wear the bracelet now.
It reminds me of the good.
Then I had a dream that you called me.
It was the beginning of the mending that I hope will someday be.
I miss you dearly.