She loves him…She never shared his name with meAsking seems forbiddenShe still wears his ring…She loves himWhen I talk about my painful pastShe says “We are so different”Glancing at the ring of platinumThat loops infinitely ’round her fingerHis memory is kept behind her lipsThe light of his being Sparks slightly through her eyesWhen love isContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Widow’s Ring”