An Orange Band
An orange band
Tied carelessly on my wrist
My ticket, my pass, my admission
An orange band
As if I were going on a ride
A concert or a circus
An orange band
Gets me through a door, a bang
A guard, a search, another door
An orange band
My destination, a room, chairs
People, smiles, happiness
An orange band
Remembers the look in your eyes
When you walked into the room
An orange band
Remembers the stories you told
I laughed. I cried. I held you.
An orange band
Is the only souvenir
Of our precious time together
An orange band
A cruel reminder
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