The Broken Ring

Glinting in my shaking palm, turned blue from the snow’s bite
There sat a golden ring split in two from left to right.
I knelt as tears froze on my face and leaked onto the dirt,
With nails cut into my wrist as if this’d stop the hurt.

The golden ring reflected skies stained grey from winter snow,
It was new though didn’t look it, bought but nine months ago.
Now it scratched, with scarlet stains that nothing could remove,
I wanted to throw it away but I simply couldn’t move.

The memories wouldn’t go away, though I wanted to forget.
They were killing me from the inside, and time would not reset.
Snow rested on my stomach that bulged under my shirt,
They said that I should live for her, the life that slept unhurt.

I stared at the ring, the broken halves which had one time been whole.
What was the point in living when all life had left my soul?
I collapsed onto the icy ground and the ring fell from my hand.
I cried into the empty sky and reached out towards the band.

Forget it all. The car, the crash. Why couldn’t I just die?
My limbs were numb, the snow was thick still falling from the sky.
A shadow flickered before my eyes and I looked up to see
My love smiling down from the clouds and beckoning to me.