days
at the mall
or Tiffanys,
or
a store i can't pronounce
along the way.
peering into glass cases, staring into
the bright
glare of jewelry lined
up like
a treasure chest.
a queenly array.
what's her style.
what would she like, what have
i seen her wear.
earrings perhaps,
another
bracelet, something silver, or gold.
no, maybe black.
a ring engraved.
diamonds. what size,
what shape.
round, or square, oval
or pear?
how much
is love worth?
i don't miss those days trying to
make
myself happy
by making others happy
with things.
with bling
tossed into a drawer after
christmas day
after the love has ended
and
they've gone away..
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