He looks at her hand,
Noticing what’s missing is her ring.
He doesn’t understand it….
Continuing to stare…he cant bring his lips to say a thing.
He used to love her.
And she used to love him.
But like rose petals on damasks.
It seemed to run out like the ink in a pen.
She was the women of his dreams.
He was the one she would give her life for.
But all of that was now in the past.
He should’ve known it wouldn’t last…
He swore that these must’ve been her thoughts
And that she was leaving because nothing was like it was before.
He just knew that she was going to leave…
Because she couldn’t take it anymore.
He used to call her just to say “baby I love you”
He used to rub and kiss her feet.
He said he would always keep things interesting.
He used to tell her that she was all that he would ever need.
But conversations got shorter.
Hugs and kisses became extinct.
No more saying “baby I love you”
No more rubs and kissed for her feet.
He changed, so she changed.
Nothing was the same.
But when your in denial,
The other person is always the one to blame.
He complained she complained too much,
She complained that he stayed out too much.
He complained that she was too flirtatious.
She complained that he was always out with such and such.
He complained that she was changing.
She complained that he was changing.
She complained the sex was no longer satisfying.
He complained that there was no sex because she was always lying.
“Honey my head hurts”
“Not, tonight babe, I’m tired”
He thought he was doing all he could,
But he knew that there would come a day where his best would soon expire.
She didn’t love him anymore,
And that… he couldn’t change.
So he stopped staring at her ring finger…
Realizing he needed to get away,
From this feeling that was eating at his heart;
From this overbearing pain.
He drove off a bridge that night.
After going out alone for some drinks.
The next day at 4:00pm his sister claimed his body.
About the same time the plumber came to the house….
To retrieve the ring that had fallen into the sink,
The one serving as a token; of the love between her and her beloved spouse.
As she looked at the diamond she thought about how lucky she had been.
About how much she love her husband.
She slipped the beautiful token they shared….
onto her finger’s skin.
Her phone then suddenly rang.
She answered with a smile on her lips.
Hoping it was her husband,
She gently stroked the phone cord with her fingertips.
She had set up a nice dinner.
Hoping it would rekindle the flames.
But instead….with the news she heard.

She felt beyond double her husbands pain.
-Holly