Yours Alone

I'm waiting for a time

when I can hold your hand

and cry

as I tell you about every piece of myself I spent

before I found the person they were meant for.

Until then,

I will wear a ring

which is yours alone to take.

It isn't much

it's less than you deserve

it may be more than I can give.

But it is only yours

even if you don't exist.

The End

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