The Ring

The Ring

I look at this band of gold upon my finger
You placed it there so many years ago
It still gleams and shines in the light
Although, it’s not quite the same
A diamond chip is missing, a prong is bent
But to me it is even more beautiful
A permanent groove in my finger
It nestles snugly in its place
Just one glance and I recall
The laughter, the tears, the love
It reminds me of all we share
I look at the band of gold upon my finger
And I smile
Because you placed it there so many years ago