This thin and feeble looking red string hangs from my left ring finger
oh how I've worn this sting
for years and years
It's tattered state makes me worry but maybe it is a sign that soon
I will be able to take this sting off because I have met where it ends
My lover is connected
Someone, somewhere
At night I lay in bed and twirl the string between my fingers
lacing and intertwining it where my loves fingers should be
I give it a tug, dreaming I'll feel a tug back
but I never do, so like every night I fall into a dreamless sleep
and time passes as it always does
one early morning, I stir
suddenly jolted awake by the feeling of something being ripped from my finger
jumping out of bed in my over sized shirt
desperately trailing my end of this red sting
that is being tugged towards my door
I manage to catch it and slip it on its familiar home, and my finger doesnt feel naked anymore
the sun is peaking through the windows with the hustle and bustle of the outside world pouring into the cracked window
I never thought this thump would thump as my aching heart does every night
I reach my door, full of curiosity and wonder
opening it, I see the UPS man and as I'm used to
I let out a sigh
I'm handed my package and I sign for it
closing the door I sadly retreat back to my loving bed
and then I hear a muffled thump on my door
the door opens
and in steps the UPS man
smiling a stunning smile and having a look of purpose set in his green eyes
first I was alarmed but then when I felt the red sting slip off my finger and trail up to the man standing in front of me, all the fear disappeared
as he slipped my end of the sting on his left ring finger to finally make the connection to the it's missing partner
to my missing partner
to my
found partner