I wear an engagement ring on my left hand and not to figure out what it feels like to be married.
It belonged to someone dead or alive or nobody.
I wear your jeans jacket to feel not just warmer but closer to you
I crave something physical
more than sexting when time slows down
but feeling what you felt
breathing the same air
and hearing the sound of your voice in the morning, when I have more than calling
sexting
“boring”
I wanna be yours forever.

I don’t wanna get anxious when I see you calling
“Pick up, idiot”
“I’m sorry”
But I’m cute or at least that’s what they say
I listened to “Diamonds And Rust” earlier today
And I thought of the rust on my ring and then it made me think
that our love can withstand corrosion
heavy rain
erosion
So I kinda wear it to sleep now..