Open the box and feel each bead
On this one string of memory
This one, soothingly smooth
Wrapped in fingers, like in arms
This one, full of laughter
Lights up dark little crevices
Made blue by veins
And this one, with crossed over limbs
Brings back the joyous ache
Of pulled apart togetherness
© Sneha Singh 2015
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