Nicole Wheat · Apr 25
Promise Ring.

You
wrapped
a constellation
around my finger;

in harmony,
told me
that
you loved me.

Now,
we wear
our wedding rings
molded out of
comets,
meteorites,
and asteroids

-- fragile enough
to accommodate
our fingers
but,
strong enough

to
ablated, choose

to
         fall
                  down
                                to
                                       Earth.

 
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