You judge me
Harsh as sun on snow

If I am a wild flower
You came to me
As an early frost

So you picked me clean
Snapping her locket off my neck
And twisting my fathers gold ring
Off of my finger

Tokens of spring and summer and winter

You bit your nails
And paced the hard cobblestone floor


You buried me there

Underneath every brick you dug out with your perfect fingers
Tracing the mortar dust with your finger

You wrote a message on the floor

You stand above me

In your cold dark cellar

Your tokens jingle in your pocket

You lay the cold stones against my skin
And filled in the cracks

You sit at your old wooden desk
By the smoke of your little cigar
As you look with a glass at your new toys
And you roll the gold around in your fingers
You giggle to yourself


You look at the locket there on the wood desk
Smiling at its shimmer under the bulb

You find your fathers old chisel and hammer
Crude blacksmith tools
You smile

You smile so wide and laugh all alone
Whispering things you wanted to shout

You split the lock
With one tiny tap
And the pieces fell down with a snap

You laugh and smile your eyes closed with excitement

You laugh you smile

You whisper your shouts

Until you opened your eyes

A start

Your picture was in the locket
That once lay on my heart