Memoirs Of A Jade Bracelet

By Donna Nongkhlaw

The closest I've been to flying

was in the sway of her hands

when I adorned her pearly skin

it has been eons since

I do not remember how I got here

and I do not know

what became of her either

all I remember was being wanted

I remember being loved.

Washed up on this shore

the sand, my only company

will soon engulf me entirely

but I do not wish to be found

there's peace in my solitude

red skies and roaring tides

whet my emotions.

How I long for another evening like her eyes

for summer breeze

moonlit skies and stardust

to wrap me up for a while

I do not wish to be found

for unlike the message in the bottle

I cannot tell the world about her.

Warm hands collected me

the sound of the cool breeze

now replaced

with that of doorbells and footsteps

perched in my corner

this is where you'll find me

at Marty's lost and found.

By Donna Nongkhlaw