By Kerri McCourt
Hand in hand, we’d walk this trail, your whispers dangling shiny promises. We’d pass the elm tree, always adorned with a toddler-sized mitten, sock, lost toy, or keychain.
Did those who lost them ever come back? Maybe people took what they wanted, even if it wasn’t theirs.
When you returned, olive branch heavy with excuses and apologies, it was no longer what I was seeking.
I drape the bracelet you gave me over a branch.
If someone else wants it, they can have it.
It sparkles in dappled sunlight, among golden leaves, on a branch, swaying like a hand waving goodbye.
Beautifully done. I especially love the last sentence, understated and deeply felt.
I agree, last line was perfect, I could see it.
Beautiful, poetic piece.
Well done, from beginning to end! Your ending took my breath away, and the reference to the olive branch, so clever!
Loved it, the imagery was perfect!
Wow, I felt this in my heart-beautiful
Reminds of the small bridges I’ve seen in Europe where lovers leave their locks to pronounce their undying love. A bridge may have hundreds. Wonder if they ever return to remove the lock that has been broken. Thanks for the memory