The Watch Strap

 

​Lying there on the road,

Was the strap of a watch.

It wasn't broken,

It wasn't old;

It had simply become detached—

From that watch!

​The watch, 

That someone had worn

Like a cherished dream.

Even if it was bought

Cheaply in the market,

For them, it must have been precious.

​Perhaps being "cheap"

Is no proof of its durability,

And the watch eventually broke.

But the owner’s aspirations

Must surely have been fulfilled.

​As long as it was on their wrist,

The feeling must have been grand.

Upon their face,

A smile must have found a home.

He must have felt pride;

He must have felt special—for a moment—

set apart from the rest.