I wish I had never let go.

I felt an odd darkness

Threaten to devour

all the light and air in the room

As that ring slid onto my finger.

How can such a tiny piece of metal

Ravel itself around you

Like a starving anaconda?

I could see you

But suddenly couldn’t find you…

Reach you.

I felt your heart close

Like the thundering gates

Of a mighty fortress.

In that moment

I lost all Hope.

I let go…

Stopped fighting.

What had I been fighting for anyway?

Had I even fought hard enough?

This was a losing battle.

As my weary hands

Waved a white flag

A part of me died

For months.

Months.

What I wouldn’t give

To get them back.

Suddenly time seems fleeting

As the hours we live into each other

Become minutes and seconds,

And nearly knock us off our feet

As they race past us.

Yet again there are moments

When we are skin to skin

And time stands still—

As if some power beyond

Hears me mourn for time lost

And makes an intercession for us.

Time

Is the most precious currency

In the universe.