Simple Lines

A simple line.
A string of beads, But to me, it's meaning is far more then what meets the eyes.
It has been 3 months, 3 months is to long to correct the wrongs that have been committed.
A simple line i wear around my neck. Simple beads hiding the string underneath.
As has a relationship this line has changed. It's been broken, and mended, tattered, but loved.
Single handedly, every bead for its on has been re threaded. Made to look as it did when it was new. But the changes are deep. No eye can see. Damage has been done, and ties have been sheared.
A reminder, a symbol, almost but not quite.
What there was is no more. The sing has been changed, replaced for something stronger.
A single, thin wire holds my neckline together now. Stronger then before has its ends been bound. Unlike a relationship, one who has been gone to long. A neckline can sit in a box, safely kept until the day it can be mended. A friendship cannot, so I've learned.
So there in lies the difference. The strength of wire, versus the strength of a tattered string.
What held it together once, is now gone. What has become, is something new.
If only people were as easy to fix.
I would have done so long ago.