Memory of a Present

I pricked my fingers,

Threading my needle

Through the holes in the shells,

Making you something.

I wondered if this even mattered,

If this is all in my head,

I kept working tonight,

Finishing my only gift.

I worked for something to hold,

I'm sorry if I hurt you,

My fingers trembled working,

And I asked for the world to go away.

I kept working that night,

Unable to sleep with

This task over my shoulders,

and heavy on my heart.

I wanted to hear the things

We used to be able to say

Words heavier than stone,

words lighter than air.

I worked for something for you,

Wondering if you even care,

If you'd hold it and think

Of the girl who made it for you.

This is my lucky charm,

I made it for you that night,

Of whites and blues and violets,

The colors you like so much.

This is my lucky charm,

Hold it one day in your arms

And think for just a moment

Of the girl who made it for you.

This is my lucky charm,

To hear the words I once

Was able to hear and cherish.

Be sure to bring it back to me.