The Ring

Your mark on me is etched around my finger, wher I used to wear your ring
Reminding me of better times and all my shattered dreams
That empty depression resembles my heart, my soul, my hope
I don't know if you will ever know how hard it is to let you go
I love you so and hate to see your pain
I will always be here, but the distance must remain
For my internal possession of you will never truly be disengaged
I hope you find the happiness you seek without me.



**I wrote this the day I took my ring off and put it in a box on my dresser, the day I told him I wouldn't hurt him again, as saying goodbye would be the last heartache for us both. I tried to move on and let him go. Now he is back, a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare, I am not sure. I prayer answered or a sick joke, I guess I will step lightly into the pool again and see if I sing or swim.