The diamond bracelet

She ran like the wind

The  tiny diamond bracelet

Clinging to her arm like a string.

She ran like the wind

Past the high rise buildings and

the small and cosy coffee shops ,

With their signs turned around.

She ran like there was no tomorrow .

Her limbs sprinting

Against the broken alleys.

As she heaved and breathed

And rubbed away the perspiration

Which rolled down her chin

To her neck

And down to her breast

Where she had fondled

all those distant memories

With care and passion .

She held on to the single jewellery

That could act as his remembrance.

He, who was not there .

He who had gone away to the skies .

To a world of peace and tranquility 

And joy and immortality.

But she was still there .

Still yearning for him in the mortal world.

With just the one memoir

that he had left behind

Just the diamond bracelet 

Only the diamond bracelet.