Memories reside in colors

Of sewn bracelets 

Of strings from distant fabrics

On my wrist, now soft and worn.

They invoke the warmth of nostalgia

Even the one I gifted—

Still kept safely.

These moments,

Resonating the weave

Echo through the veils 

Blend with the heartfelt vibrations

From the soft breeze

Of the butterfly’s flutter—

Settling in the hexagons of her eyes.