Locket
There is something to be said
About the fact
That i hold a picture of you
Around my neck
But i can’t look at it
Without help.
I cannot see us
With my own two eyes
No matter how my uncoordinated fingers
Pull at the hinges.
Unless another
Opens it for me.
I rely
On everyone else
On anyone else to tell me
If my love is real
But only I can know
The truth.
I just want
To be able to open the locket
By myself.

















