Our ring sits on a shelf in the back of my closet
It hasn't moved or stirred since I set it there, arranging all my old things in my new place
Of course not, but it still seems to draw my thoughts like a skull in the corner
Like knuckle bones knocking on a door I bricked shut when you left without saying goodbye
After three years
The circle of smooth skin on my finger has almost faded away, the callous it left on my palm is gone
We picked it out together..
It's smooth titanium surface shines brightly, silver blue, without a scratch, and it is now cold
As cold as you were to me, my Once Love, my knight in shining armor, my dream made stone and ice.
I tried to throw our ring away, but the thought of it living forever in garbage would haunt me
the piles of things no one wanted pressing it down..
I tried to break our ring to pieces, but the pieces would linger just the same, like a mutilated corpse
I couldn't give it away, I could't bear the thought of throwing it into the sea
just to have it sink to the black, frigid depths, tinged with green and decay
It's already so cold..
I used to twist the ring around my finger
when I was afraid, or nervous, or just to comfort myself
it was warm, and it was like you were there, in a silly way
now I reach for the ring
its not there
and my foot misses a step in the dark
I fall down again
and remember our ring, with its cold surface, sitting on my shelf
it should mean nothing now, but it doesn't