While climbing in Yosemite. The fine chain broke away, unseen. Tears cascade like Vernal Falls, Emotions you thought silly.
The dear reminder I’d braved death, Near-snuffed out by abuse, Was scattered now, among the rocks. Symbolic, too, to lose?
The unassuming metal bar, Hidden skull forever grinning. Grounding amulet, chosen by me– Totem of new beginning.
You mocked my superstition, Attachment to a pendant. I shouldn’t be all that surprised, Knowing now how we ended.
Imagine my relief when On returning to the tent, My gaze and headlamp snag on That gorgeous sterling glint.
Thought I’d lost my necklace, Instead, I just lost you. Thankfully, it’s no great loss After what I’ve been through.
