I found two bands in the ground. Gold. Sifted them out of the clay.
Thousands of years ago, two hearts lived in them, floating around each other like fireflies.
But now they are empty, and their glimmer gives me nothing. No hints.
They're desolate as a mountain-top, empty as the sky.
Those bodies dropped them away and left them in the earth.
They left, like a shimmer leaps off the ocean waves - countless.
But here they are, in my hand. The promise of two folks in love, so long ago.
The quotes, the arguments, their moments, their desperate hours.
Gone.
The rings don't speak, but here they are in my hand.
And that is that.
