Baskadia

020

Together, we bought that shiny ring,

our promises and dreams, on this piece of metal cling.

The smiles and laughter that we shared,

the warmth of your kisses and hugs are now lost in the maze's dead-end.

Your traces are gone, vanished without a trace.

All that's left is this mark on my ring finger that I always caressed.

Your place beside the bed feels cold,

I'm missing your smell, my life feels void.

The tattoo on my ring finger is now a memory,

a memory where you are mine in my every day.

But it is now a painful memory of letting go during that winter day,

a mark that will always remind me of the night when I let you walk away.

—Eirlys 💧