My red bracelet
You gave me a bracelet red in color unknowing and obvious in your harmless actions. I don’t not blame you and I hope you do not blame yourself. I wore it through the Halls and now through life. Iykyk and iydyd Now I look at the red bracelet sitting high on my shelf I long to feel lit cold at night as water beads on it as dishes are washed and how the light reflects. I feel stupid for even having these thoughts As I age am I supposed to just stop Having these thoughts do they ever go away This is something so simple to even be contemplating.