I felt it when you slipped your hand into mine
You never wear rings
So I was off put by the silver chill on your fourth finger
I looked down
And cradled your hand in my lap
It was not yours, you were simply playing with it
But I lost all ability of thought or feeling as I stared
And saw the brown eyes of a little face peering back at me
She smiled and giggled wetly
Then turned and ran from me
Her curls bounced with each step

" what is it?" You asked
I stared at you
And saw your eyes and your curly hair
And saw my lottery, my gift, my prize
And I said "nothing" but no sound came from my lips

I placed my lips on the silver ring and inhaled the warmth of your hand