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
But only just enough.
Jan 31, 2024
Jan 31, 2024 at 8:41 PM UTC
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
But only just enough.
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