waving past my face as if to taunt and tease
the gleaming dark metal with which your heart agrees.
your hand lags by, as if in slow motion.
i imagine that side of you,
but haven't the slightest notion.
i feel the
pretty ring finger of my cold left hand
smooth skin around, but lacking a band..
and i picture its twin on a perfect ten
and then i close my eyes in sorrow again
[but i've never really been a fan of symbolism, anyway.
we can live without it.]
