to D- with Love- K

A symbol of our love reminds me of an old but not forgotten pain

I was startled and felt myself frown.
It rang shrill as a small bell
when it hit the ground.
I caught the flash of silver
as it glinted in it's fall.
I was startled.
It was supposed to be in the picture frame
in the hall.

Slowly I bent down and picked it up.
Experimentally, upon my left hand finger it stuck.
The fit was snug;
but not tight.
I took it off;
it wasn't right.

What was it doing in my pocket?
It fell to the floor my attention drawn to it.
I returned it to the picture frame in the hall.
The tiger's sad gaze reflected all.

Again I tucked it inside the notched frame.
Maybe I should find a safer place
where the ring could always remain.
It bothered me that it fell.
I'm not handling this very well.
But, there it had fallen and my eyes teared;
the sadness pervaded touching me, Dear.
I saw its engraved reminder to D- with Love- K.
Her Love that was forever gone away.