The Cold Ring

Gold and silver

intertwined


Three dimonds

big and small


Tiny and fitting

the ring is


On your finger

from me


Sealed with a kiss

for our fovever


But it lay

in the dish


My tears are cold

when I grasp your ring


Which is now my

sad burden


That I carry

everywhere


For I am reminded

of you


When you died

in May


So rest in piece

my darling


I will come

soon


The knife feels

like the ring


Cold and sad

waiting


My blood

is hot


Gushing and bleeding

for you


For now I see

you


Wanted and loved

by another


In this death

you forgot me


I love you,

I wish to say


But you don't care

or notice


The looks I give

you


So goodbye

forever

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