Tragic trinkets

Her softness reflects in the engraved Venetian glass before her. Candlelight enhances the golden halo around her face. Grey-green eyes look, but see way beyond the mirror’s shine. She imagines his form stood behind her and sighs inaudibly. Surrounded by glittering, tragic trinkets, baubles and beads she combs her hair and thinks of her one. And all she wants around her neck is him.