How could have someone feel so much and lose it like it didn’t existed at all?
Like it could be replaced?
How could have someone hold your hand like it is the most precious he ever held?
Like it was gold that makes him shine?
Like it was treasure,
Like he never wanted to lose it,
Like his life is its cost.
But then the gold tarnishes over time,
and he finds out
it was not pure, not rare,
What a shame. What waste.
How good is gold if it does not shine?
What good would it be if it does not make you feel good?
Gold is supposed to be good.
And how hard was it to replace an accessory?