The Glove

One glove. One little piece of clothing, it meant everything.
It had seen everything that has happened to me through the past year.
In just one instant, its gone forever. It’s so small, so easily forgettable.
Its loss will never leave my mind, I promise myself this.
Now, I bet you are a bit confused? Let me explain, and describe this glove.
This glove is more like a sleeve with a thumb hole. Gothic, purple and black stripes adorn it,
Lace trimming around  corset stitching running the length of the glove like a sewn-up wound.
But the reason I loved it, it was the greatest gift my wonderful girlfriend ever gave me.
And I will never be able to replace it. But the love it came with is still there.
Her love
She still owns the matching, second glove. And I ask her to wear it with pride,
Yet, as I type this I realize that, true, I have lost one of the most beautiful things I own,
But I have not lost, nor will ever lose, the love that came with that it.
One object means nothing compared to the love it brought



~~BL~~