Broken Promises

Putting on my rings my hand reached past the one I was looking for to the ones Pillowed softly in the back I gently touched them Then without emotion take them out And slipped them on my finger Memories went through my mind Like a silent movie The delight I had when you gave them to me How hard I tried to think of every reason to use my hands and show them off The way I would twist them when I was nervous The white band they made with a summer tan And the day I took them off I promised you forever but I stole my promise back somewhere in all those years of pretending to be happy My heart rusted from neglect I determined that a person that enjoys his own misery Learns to resent rainbows Lonelier with you than I ever was alone I selfishly chose my own happiness and finally I have given up the guilt of not being able to 'fix' it What do you do with old wedding rings Are they demoted to whatever monetary value They may have Are they tucked forever away with the baby teeth and first shoes Does the preciousness of the love they once Symbolized have any value Without emotion I pillowed them back into The softness and closed the box Possibly you broke some promises too