What is left of a first love once that love has ended?
This necklace only seems to be getting
tighter, like a collar, or your
seizing upon me.
This silver, however precious
is not strong or valuable enough to keep a hold on me,
yet Cold enough to send shivers down my spine.
A cold, frail link is the only one that connects us
Now you have sent
gold to another.
And I am left shivering,
at that cold, weak silver.