Friday, January 4, 2013
Sometimes my fingers feel too light and part of me panics.
Shouldn't there be a ring there?
So I look down and clutch my hand, scanning the ground briefly. A quick thought passes, zings through me like lightning, and I'm wondering if it fell off or if I may have misplaced it.
Actually looking at that finger, bare as it's been for these past 2+ years, I remember,
"That's right, I don't have that anymore."
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