i still wear your ring on my finger
terrified of taking it off
it seems that i have this irrational thought
that if i remove the ring
i remove you
the only piece of you i have left
there will come a day when
my memories of you will slip away
into oblivion
and i will trek into undiscovered territories
to find them but to no avail
as they will slip through my bony fingers
and i will slip away with them
the final hit that will send me over the edge
the edge i wished your death would've pushed me over
i do not ever want to forget you
YOU ARE READING
solivagant
Poetryyou are the words left unsaid on my dry lips the whisper of something i wanted but could not have
