Accords of memories
are strung up as beads.
Daisy-chains of forget-me-not
links and longings,
are strung up as leaves.
If left untied,
these string-a-longs
beckon a chain-reaction,
a melt-down to sorrow and regret.
Rampant memories are entwined,
captured and confined
to remind in lockets.
Hung to dangle over hearts,
they are strung on strings
tied behind necks,
knotted.