Today I put on the ring I used to wear when we were together. I wear it and think of you and start to really mourn my separation. I think to myself, “Boy that ring sure did just slip right back onto that finger.” I feel funny wearing it for a moment and decide to remove it. I can’t. It won’t come off.
I watched our show last night and felt strange not watching it with you.
The ring won’t come off and so I find that funny, almost. I wonder if it’s remarkable. I go to the bathroom and run my finger under water still warm though I know I changed the setting to cold at least 30 seconds ago. I wait…and the ring won’t come off.
It’s difficult to find the finished line, I really don’t want to be a runner.
The water changes to cold and yet the ring is still fighting with a vengeance, it shall not be removed. I reach for the friggin soap and start lathering my hands, and only now that I’ve truly washed them does the ring slide off.
I’ve washed my hands of it.
But I decide to put it back on after it’s now been removed and think I just need to find a smaller finger, it won’t fit anymore on the original digit. I accidentally on purpose put it back onto the same finger it had just gotten stuck on.
One of us turning around, one in mid-air…