Necklace by Karime Limon

I'm in my bed

my chin pressed into my pillow,

my heart pounds against the mattress

and the glow of this window

lights up my hands and face.

I think about him out there,

I wonder where he is,

I pretend

he's on his way

to meet me

and I grow nervous

and scared.

I even plan my outfit

and hair

to look perfect for him,

like his doll.

I feel that pain inside,

of missing his presence,

how lonely it is without him,

and not knowing

if I'll hear from him tomorrow.

the tears flood and blur my vision,

dropping out like little pearls,

formed and compressed

between the heart and the soul

I'll collect these pearls,

and make a necklace

to wear

when he arrives