"you hold onto that thing like a rosary"
your necklace wrapped through fingers, and around my hand
pendant hanging against my palm, leaving an indentation as i grip it tight
"...yeah?"
i'm not christian or catholic, or of any denomination but
i've held it up like an icon, an offering
during scenes, and songs that remind me of you
kissed it in my anxiety, and my affection
it lays next to my heart
like a tether, like a rope
pulled taught from distance, made soft from wear
fidgeting it round my wrist, wish your hand was in my hair
