For many years it was lost
But the thing that it was meant to represent
Went from strength to strength.
They used to see it in the window of the shop,
And she would check his pocket
For a sixpence, to put into the pot.
She thought he didn’t know that it was lost,
Told him it was safe inside its box,
She hunted high and low until eventually she stopped.
Although, she never quite gave up
On finding it.
Then one day, above a cupboard, behind a shelf
It was discovered.
But by then it didn’t matter
For their lives were joined
By all the years in between,
Two paths so tangled
That it was impossible to separate them,
And the thing was stronger than ever.
And whilst they could be, at times,
Impatient with one another on the surface,
There was always tenderness
And a softness underneath
That could never now be broken,
And had invaded every space,
Even the silence.
So that when it was discovered
The thing that it represented
Was reminded of a sparkling promise
That time alone had uncovered,
And the years fell away.