beneath the bed, dust whispers secrets
a small bracelet, forgotten, glimmers in the dim
motorcycle shadows dance across the window
while tired eyes search for meaning
the weight of days presses down, unyielding
yet empathy finds its way, weaving through
each link of metal, a story untold
as the heart beats, weary but resolute
in the quiet, acceptance slowly unfurls
like a gentle sigh, releasing burdens past
the bracelet remains, a relic of what was
embracing the truth that only memories last
