Sometimes I imagine That the ring on my finger Connects me to you, Despite all these miles. As if you too can feel metal against skin And detect the slightest of misery Shimmering in amethyst. Left with the dying hope That maybe one day it can be replaced With one that shines with both our reflections, Together, side by side.
that misery tore us apart in the end. // w.a.a.r.










