There’s one.
An extremely precious one
Sparkling
Envied
Possessed
Locked up
Till eternity but not acknowledged
Nor remembered
Unless
To make a statement
Perhaps
Like an heirloom which stays
Forever
Is summoned occasionally.

There’s another.
Like that little piece of jewellery which everybody recognises
That favourite tee that always fits
That lipstick shade bought every two months
That hairstyle chosen for every occasion.

Isn’t there that kinda forever?
That’s the forever I want.