Suddenly it’s broken. My beloved lies below my hands. Aquamarine, amethyst and citrine. My stones now unstrung. You were my ‘promise ring’ my ‘engagement jewelry’. You gave it to me and I promised to return to you Santorini.
Then it shifts: I am pleading in your aquamarine waters. “Forgive me” Pleading to your citrine hills. “I promise” Pleading, pleading while your amethyst moon watches, because it is always watching.