My Necklace

My focus is my favorite necklace.

Tangled, lost, in the morning rush.

Clasps clawing at the big hand.

Long brown hair equally as tangled in the infinite chain.

The iridescent pendant blinding me as I rush against the clock.

Engraved in beautiful script to symbolize a sisterly bond.

Pearls, beads, charms, all tightly bound together

searching for an escape.

But somehow, some way, the clock hands moved faster than my own.

Time has run out and my necklace is tighter

then when I started.