we had to write about someone else’s special object. I got a purity necklace (of course I of all people would). This is my attempt:
True love waits
When he asks what purity means, I stop in my tracks.
There’s a ring for this value that my soul seems to lack—
True love waits, says the words scripted on it’s path,
But if I wait too long then there’s no turning back,
If I say ‘friends forever’ does she know what I mean?
Will she stay by my side if she’s seen what I’ve seen?
Is it easier, these words, to be heard then believed?
If I end up alone, am I lonely or relieved?
In her hands holds the mother, in mine the prodigal son,
But when did this life start, is the womb where I had begun
To make promises of forever though we’ll die with the sun?
It’s the worry that time will make these words come undone,
It’s the waiting thats dangerous with each passing day,
I’d rather fill your arms now than fill dirt in your grave.
But you fix the clasp at the back of my neck, smiling you say,
Don’t you worry, mija, I’m with you each and every day.
