All night, the diamond curls
in the secret hollow of my palm,
knuckles shining bone. One by one,
the fingers open, giving up
the beveled jewel.
Sometimes we hold the things
that hurt us, burning through
the fist-like heart; other times,
in pain, we let them go.
Prepare yourself to lose the blessed
gifts you've treasured, to miss
the beauty of their joy. Tonight,
I sleep with both hands clenched,
to keep them for myself.