A Circle of Promises
Resting upon my outstretched hand
lies what was once
a circle of promises never ending
given as a symbol of love
spoken and unspoken
now just a circle of heartache(s)
this too never ending...
or so it seems.
Two people,
once possessed of this band
vowed for eternity
to travel together as one
a promise soon broken
rendering forever
one again into two.
That which long ago radiated
a warmth felt only
by those it encircled
its luster now dulled by time
lies cold upon my hand
with only my memories
to hold it there.
I wrap it once more
within tissue yellowed by time
and return it to my box
of gone but not forgotten memories.
Copyright © Melody Coster | Year Posted 2009
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