Once, I had a ring I wore it every day To me, it was the most beautiful thing in the world I loved it tirelessly But one morning, when I went to slip it onto my finger, it broke
I tried everything to put it back together to fix it I held the pieces close I whispered my love for it and asked for it to be whole again Nothing would work Not for long
I gave up, but I kept the pieces, holding hope that one day I might be able to fix it To have my beloved again
I cling to the debris, even as it begins to weigh me down and in my reluctance to move on, I hold on to pieces of you