The Missing Earring.

She lost her earring that her ex husband bought her.
She has been crying for the past half an hour. For her that earring meant more than just a jewelry piece. It also symbolized the love she had with her ex lover. If something is not supposed to be yours, you are not going to have the ability to keep it no matter how hard you try.
She believes in that saying. It seems that her fate does as well.
Memories of those sweet moments between them now are taking shape like shards flying through her heart and mind. Slicing and dicing every last chunk of happiness she had left.
As she disappointely picked up a bag filled with her students' homework she discovered the earring laying there like a newborn babe. She kissed and kissed that little earring as if it could kiss her back.
Something so precious to her that was once lost has now been found.
But what about that misconception of her lost love? It's not going to return. Not like that earring.
I wish she hadn't found that earring.
I wish she had amnesia and can forget all about him...

What to do

Figured out a way to ease my heart
Figured out a way to make things easier for myself
What about my mommy?
Why can't I be more considerate?
Why can't I be stronger and let her lean on me for once?
I'm a shitty sack of poop