Delicate Love

As I reach for a wedding ring that’s no longer there

Perch alone at a table, attracting odd stare

As I roll in a bed larger than what I need

As I recall a history with gaps in between

As I wash a load that’s just socks and briefs

Contemplating the holes in my beliefs

As I play all the songs that we used to play

As I pull the shutters on forgettable day

As I open a bottle but drink just a glass

As I walk in a wardrobe that feels so sparse

Seeking an avenue that leads to a road

As I look for an ear to share heavy load

As I share a story that’s surely rose tinted

As I gloss over the chapters that this future hinted

Reckless, so clumsy with delicate love

As I reach for a wedding ring that’s no longer there.

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