An 8 dollar goodwill ring sits
Right where a Valentine’s Day present once rested
Not that it’ll ever be noticed
I placed it in a box, where it shall remain
It’ll stay there with the others
All those forgotten gifts
Memories of the past
A past I’m over
So there they will sit
Maybe I’ll give them away one day
Or maybe they’ll just stay there
Until my child one day finds them.
Years in the future
Asking me
Why don’t you wear these
I say
Why don’t you?
And tell her to keep them
You’ll grow into them one day