No bells rang out
On that fine day
Each moment
Imprinted
In my mind
     Spilled red wine
     Sunshine chasing the clouds away
     Acres of shoulder high corn
     Spreading green
     As far as the eye could see
Now these memories
Tarnished
     with
Time
Boxed up
Locked up
So obviously
     obliviously
meaningless
meaning
Missing still
Silver band's embrace
Shiny shadow on that
     second finger
     left hand
Missing still
No bells ring out
On this fine day