I had a locket, a really pretty one
It was gold, and bright
My father gave it to me when I turned 5
I still remember it even when we fight
My mother told me it was going to be alright
I knew it, I really did
But it was still pretty hard to speak at night
My teachers told me I would stay after class
Just to get some extra math lessons
I didn’t think I needed them, but everyone thought I did
Poor 7 year old me, I guess I didn’t know how to say
That I had lost my locket that very same day
That Daisy told mе she was gay
What did that even mеan?
Was it because of me?
My locket was nowhere to be found
I wonder how my dad would react
To me being so distracted
I think I might’ve dropped it near the street
Or by a metaphor, I think
I came home that day
My mother was in the kitchen cooking something
My sister was watching PBS kids
I still remember that time
It was around 2:45, and dad wasn’t coming home until 9
Or maybe he stayed late today
That way he’d come home around 5
At least he won’t know that I lost my locket
The next day, I saw Jaydin
He said he was moving states with Shea
But I was confused
Shea said she would stay, and she wouldn’t leave me
It kinda hurt me even more when Shea skipped my turn
She said that I was kinda annoying, she didn’t want to be annoyed
So I just said
“Okay.”
And then I walked away
I found a pretty rock, which then I moved on from
Because it wasn’t as pretty as my fathers locket
That I dropped by a metaphor