Your Mother’s Pearls

I knocked them off the dresser,

And onto the wooden floor,

As we made love on the arm chair beside,

They scattered as the silver string snapped,

And rolled into the corners of the room,

Under the bed,

Behind the wardrobe,

And under the dresser itself,

We looked for the pearls for hours,

But we couldn’t find them all,

It’s okay, she won’t remember them,

Soon, she won’t even know what they looked like,

But we will,

And nothing is gone forever until everyone has forgotten

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