Tiny Gem

I once held a tiny gem
quietly in my hand.
Sparkles of sunlight
glittering off its silver surface.
Beads of shine on
delicate chain.

But that gem ran away.
rolled out of my hand
and onto the scary street.
down the endless storm drain
and far far away.

It must have found someone
it loved more deeply than I
because months and months
came and went
and the fragile jewel
hid from sight.

Maybe it found someone prettier
more worthy of its shine.
with a more beautiful
sloping neck
or discovered a place
hidden in the caves
with all of its friends.

I miss my little gem.
I miss it around my pale neck.
I wonder if someday,
maybe sometime,
it will roll back to me.