Wednesday, December 18, 2013

12/18

Four years ago that night we slept alone,
Apart but for your ring given into my care
To hold dear.

A small comfort in that large bed,
Waiting, worries for what the morining
Would bring you.

Alone I sleep still but for an errant cat
And for the ring you trusted, a small comfort
I hold dear.

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