The Ring

It sits in loneliness,
Tucked away in the dark—
Results of no remark.
The most precious question asked of deafness,
Answered not with words but demonstrated cruelness.
What will its life be now?
Forever under lock and key,
Not to be free
And wondering how.
Empty finger,
On the hand of the loved,
You were the summer removing winter.

A shame that I love you
Or you would still be here.
Oh!  I miss you dear,
But too late to know that love wouldn’t do.
Just like the ring that you never knew, I hide too;
Buried in all my pain,
Deep underneath the time before,
In a drawer—
There we both remain.
If I had known
That loving you was my end
I would have said no- and not bought the stone.