Wednesday, 23 December 2015


I am still holding it in my hand
I wished to let go of it once or more
But I forbid me
I don't wish to twist the tale
Despite the knots being added
I won't sit to open them
For they remain for good
I would have with me a lot more than you do
Enough for me to say.
Your keepsake is safe with me
I don't want it to go with me to the  grave
For I know something that you don't.
Goodbye till then my dear.