The Ring
a flightless bird
bound to a ring
yearning, burning
no voice to sing
longing to flee
the empty years
to be set free
from hidden tears
a ring that binds
in unkind ways
a clock that chimes
to endless days
never forgetting
the aching loss
always regretting
bearing a cross
for the one man
whose single kiss
and touch of hand
was heavenly bliss