A week on a string

I had this beautiful glass chime
it swayed in the wind
and rung so sweetly

She brought the summer breeze in
with in a flurry of notes
frantic
ringing ringing
Like an alarm

For
me
to
WAKE UP

I admired her and she sang for me
only I
and the wind
would touch her

And when the glow from the horizon sunset
filtered through her shape
I froze
not wanting it to end
as the black then purple then red then yellow
became just one color

Oh you should have seen it
Magic on a string

But I couldn't handle her
my glass chime
her delicate nature, her love
was always in the back of my head

ringing ringing
in my mind,

at any time
SHE COULD BREAK

Even the breeze
our friend
was suspect

I panicked
when panicking would solve nothing
I packed her away and set the chime as neatly as she could fit
inside the cardboard box
with straw and cushion

and I sent her away
because now I could not bear to be the reason for her breaking
I could not stand to see her shatter

She's gone now
I sent her away
No more ringing or melding summer colors
I was too afraid to have her so I gave her away

Now nights are filled only with a passionless void