Rings
The last rays of Day slowly vanish
As I lay on the dirt
Your arms surrounds me as
Night quietly rises.
We lay there
On that cold hard dirt
Watching the stars reveal
Themselves to us above the treetops.
I slowly drift
With my head rested on the
Crook of your arm.
Fingers intertwine with yours.
I feel our rings rested against
Each other
Inseparatable
Like us
You whisper goodnight to me
As I close my eyes for the last
Time that night.
I squeeze my hand on yours hard
Our Rings pressed hard against each other.
Metal against Metal,
Sending me back to that day.
That Day, you had a suit
That Day, I had a dress
And that Day, I became yours forever.
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