On my left wrist,
a beaded bracelet;
shiny silver, pearly white
two sets, three parts.

I fiddle with it constantley,
in position it must be,
I turn it around my wrist,
until it’s just right.

It reminds me of you,
I kept playing with it
that night you looked after me
and cheered me up.

The face of a friend,
of someone special,
there is a reminder,
on my left wrist.