As he waited for his next piece, listening to the choir
he touched the fragile threads that encircled his wrist.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He had forgotten to take the bracelet off before the concert began.
He began to slip it around his hand.
"It's been such a short time,
but I already love you more than the others."
As he pulled at the strangling weave, he felt the last tiny thread give way
and the circle snapped apart in his hands.
"She's mad at me."
"Because I haven't told you."
He felt breath claw at his throat
as he held the broken pieces.
"I know it hurts.
But this isn't about you."
He closed his eyes
and felt nothing.