My pearl bracelet

My Lost Pearl

My pearl bracelet,

So close to me it stayed.

Three pearl earrings, too,

But the bracelet, my favorite, I'd say.

I lost it, you see,

At Stockholm's big airport, that day.

Realized it was gone

As I rushed home, on my way.

Could see it far off,

Left in the security tray.

Wished I could get it back,

But no time to turn, or to stay.

Going back home,

I just kept missing it, day after day.

This, too, had to leave me,

Just slip away.

Then I made up my mind,

"Who wants to see it anyway?"

Never bought another bracelet,

Not since that sad day.

Today, after eight years,

A rose-colored bracelet I bought.

It can't take the place

Of the pearl one, that I still sought.

Because the feelings it held,

Those are what truly mattered, I thought.

Now, only one pair

Of pearl earrings is left with me.

Hope this year I'll buy more,

But the other two, I'll always miss, you see.

I wish I could have them back,

And feel those deep feelings, that mattered to me.

Please don't tell me

Not to feel this way.

That's just who I am,

If not this, then where is me, I say?