It    was  dawn  and  I    was  departing.

She  gave me    the  most affectionate kiss.

 Still were  there no  parting  tears.

As though   she  was    assured  

as to the  links of love  were not to  defunct,

albeit   I  go   far afield. 

Perchance   she  had  ways  and  means   

to keep  contact   intact  evermore.

From  her reserves,  then  she

took  out  a  coin, golden, glittering,

with  her  glossy  figure  embossed  up on  it,

and kept  it  close  to hear eyes  a  jiffy.

She then poured   a  prayer into it,

 as though she  was  carefully restocking 

 It with  a  piece  of  her soul !

Instead  of  placing   it  into  my  hands, 

She  herself  put it  into the  pocket

over  my chest  and  then  fastened it.

She  looked into my eyes and  smiled.

Aye..  my  dear,  you  are  ready  for  the  show!

On  the  way  my hands  went  on its own

In search of  the  coin

that  she  cautiously  kept. 

Let me  take it  out  and  have  a  look  at  it.

At first I made a casual  attempt.

Then  I worked  hard  at it.

Oh!  No!   I  can’t  !

The  packet  is  sealed.

And   I can’t  break it !