The Weight of Chrome

In the drawer, dust cloaked the charm,

a bottle opener, held an old warm.

I caught its glint in the kitchen light,

remnants of joy from a time, once bright.

A friend’s new car, polished, aglow,

its chrome reflection, a fleeting show.

While I grip the past, so stark and bare,

how we chase brilliance, when did we despair?

This half-forgotten piece, a slice of grace,

a token of memories, long lost in space.

Yet still it gleams, a reminder’s embrace,

that beauty can fade, but the weight we face.