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I sit looking at the ring box on my dresser
I take it out every once in a while and look at the contents.
And I think about things past present and future.
Its a beautiful ring. diamond, my mom's.
My step father gave it to me a few days after she died.
It was meant to be and always was intended to be from the moment it was given to me, destined to be an engagement ring should I ever manage to find someone guilable enough to actually think marrying me was a good idea,...hehe
I think about it from time to time.
And I think about the three women I would have honestly given it to without hesitation (well maybe a little hesitation on the last but that's neither here, nor there) and the question that goes with it.
I've been thinking about it a lot lately.
Those 3 are gone now, both litterally and figurativy
Every time I look in the mirror I can't help but notice the gray in my hair becoming a more defined streak with each passing day.
I wonder if there will ever
I take it out every once in a while and look at the contents.
And I think about things past present and future.
Its a beautiful ring. diamond, my mom's.
My step father gave it to me a few days after she died.
It was meant to be and always was intended to be from the moment it was given to me, destined to be an engagement ring should I ever manage to find someone guilable enough to actually think marrying me was a good idea,...hehe
I think about it from time to time.
And I think about the three women I would have honestly given it to without hesitation (well maybe a little hesitation on the last but that's neither here, nor there) and the question that goes with it.
I've been thinking about it a lot lately.
Those 3 are gone now, both litterally and figurativy
Every time I look in the mirror I can't help but notice the gray in my hair becoming a more defined streak with each passing day.
I wonder if there will ever