Bling

BLING You wear the jewels of my sadness my tears drip from your ears brilliantly cruel as any diamond. My grief shapes itself about your wrist a silver serpent of sorrow making beautiful an arm. My despair a golden glittering broach tentatively touching your hair. My loss festooned about your neck the lustre of each pearl not lost upon each envious onlooker. Each sigh jangles dangles from each languid hand. My heart a diadem worn casually upon a sleeve. And so you wear the jewellery of the man you have left behind who has nothing left to give you but his broken self.