Ring

Something’s missing, from your finger,

A please remember of your previous body,

Of a forgotten love

Of a broken promise,

You rub it absentmindedly,

Its absence sits in your stomach’s pit.

In a misjudged extra step of a staircase,

Your foot falls like you through surprisingly empty space.

Nothing’s forgotten, not forever,

But nothing is forever either.

Time will change,

Your new hands will become your own.

Your fingers will learn new shapes,

Hold new hands,

Caress new bodies.

But for now, he still lingers,

In what is missing,

In the knowledge of what is gone.