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.