In the autumn of our time,
She left me with this necklace,
Her terminal gift,
This stalwart pendant,
A cross upon my back,
This icon was bestowed under pretence of love,
A scathing symbol of your thoughts,
Reminder of the hopes you had for me,
Hopes I dashed,
Leaving a sterling silver wound,
This metal lion,
A hollow king,
It once touted strength,
But now is a reminder of failure,
So its jaws constrict my neck.
WorldofHarley 
Perhaps in time it will be a reminder of growth?
Perhaps. I’m not sure I hold out much hope though my friend.
The Oldschool Harlequin
😢