| The Last Ring |
|---|
| This sacred word |
| This sideways phrase |
| These pieces let me down |
| It’s what this waking heart will find |
| And I watch for why |
| As if it might just now |
| Suddenly appear |
| It’s what these weighted hands will find empty of this pen |
| And vacant moves define |
| The ring is lost |
| White picket fence |
| And sideways now this raging rushing traffic heart |
| It’s what you are |
| And I am not |
| What we were in my head and in my heart is lost |
| This precious ring which was the last I had to give |
| And would only fit your hand |
