precious gems

i picture friendships to be like gems. every single one of us has a bag of gems that are unique to us, and we exchange one each time we make friends. so we have another bag of different unique and recious gems. for those friendships we cherish most, we carry them in our fist or in our pockets, checking them every now and them and ensuring that they are nice and shiny. sometimes these gems are useful for checking our reflection, and we trust in these for we know within us that these reflections do not lie.
i'm still holding on to your polished gem, so tightly its chipped edges cut into the flesh of my palm, but i'm still hanging on. i dont know why you let mine go.