I
stare at my ring finger.
It
was empty.
Empty
as the feeling I am left with
The
day you succumbed to darkness.
I
stare at my ring finger.
I
see your face;
Warped
and lifeless.
I stare at my ring finger.
Still,
it is empty.
I
stare at my ring finger.
I
stare at it every minute, every day.
And
then I look at the rays of the sun,
But
never did I want to look down. Ever again.
Because
this emptiness is just a reminder.
A
reminder that…
My
ring finger is still and will forever be empty.
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