Hanging from her neck.

The chain set in silver.

Her hand closes around the charm.

The glass heart beats between her fingers. 

Given to her by her high school sweet heart,

she wondered if he ever thought of her.

Never had she known someone like him.

Never had she known a truer love.

A sweet smile she has not seen since,

the night they were swept apart by the ocean of different lives.

Now the streets are cold.

But she always feels a little better with the weight of the glass heart under her sweater.