Rubies

I spent my day shopping for rubies a flawless, untarnished gem that would remind me of you, truly a recovered memory for now from then. Your ring sits lonely in the old music box I see it there when I play your favorite tune and the thought of you is kept safe under locks holding the magical reflective melody of Claire de Lune. New rubies, brilliant stones, glowing, uncut ready to buy translucent reds, hypnotic mesmerizing translucence a vibrant indescribable beauty too often makes me cry in your smile reminiscent ruby red, calls me to impuissance. I spent my day shopping for rubies alas, the ancient memories can no longer permit the capture of the gem and all its beauties cannot erase the emptiness each one transmits. First Line Prompt Julia Ward's contest 7/11/20