Locket

I trace the edges of this little livid heart,
each corner as faded as broken memory.
How can a heart so frail conceal transparent love,
keeping it contained for too long a century?

Gently I unlatch its release to discover
not a single heart, as I had perceived, but two.
On each lies a forgotten face, their expressions
mere images, captured in time's worthless value.

Their ended story resides, captured in my sight,
as this ancient trinket breaks in simplicity.
Promptly I lock it so another may find that
despite death's divide, love lives through eternity.