• A cross, small and golden
    Far too plain for you

    A bump, just faintly cross-shaped
    Under your white shirt

    Staring, fingers practically itching
    Wanting to see it again

    Years, two or three
    Since I gave it

    Casually, with no meaning
    You often still wear it

    The meaning, never said aloud
    Just a quiet congratulation

    The cross, small and golden
    Used to belong to me

    Resting, near your heart
    That won't be mine