It used to be a symbol of something. It used to adorn my body for everyone to see, though few would realize it’s true significance. Leather bound to another.
Every morning I sit at look at it laying there, lonesome and neglected on the dressing table. Now it signifies something lost, something that used to be but no longer is.
Should I get rid of it, throw it away? Or should I take back ownership of it, love it simply as a piece of jewelry? I don’t know that I can, or should, do either. Maybe put away out of sight will be best.