BLING

You wear
the jewels of my sadness

my tears
drip from your ears

brilliantly cruel
as any diamond.

My grief
shapes itself

about your wrist
a silver serpent of sorrow

making beautiful
an arm.

My despair
a golden glittering broach

tentatively touching
your hair.

My loss
festooned about your neck

the lustre
of each pearl

not lost
upon each envious onlooker.

Each sigh
jangles

dangles from each
languid hand.

My heart
a diadem

worn casually
upon a sleeve.

And so you
wear the jewellery

of the man
you have left behind

who has nothing left
to give you

but his broken
self.