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TIME PASSED THROUGH THIS RING
I arrived at your door;
and though my pockets were
empty,
I could have sworn they
tore-
with the weight of doubt.
I tried desperately
to sweep up this trail
I'd been leaving.
I was embarrased by the
mess I was making...
I tore your ring from my neck
in child-like despair.
I clenched it in my war-fist;
and threw it maliciously
to my thoughts, entwining.
I came inside your tomb.
But only momentarily.
(You always said you had wanted
to be buried with that charm.)
©Copyright 2003 Brittney Rand.