The Thoughts of Me, The Ring

The Thoughts Of. .

Gold,
Silver,
I even have diamonds.
I'm pleasing, but why?
Because of how much I'm worth?
Or because I am the bond?
Is it my beauty?

You pleased me with your tears.
Tears of joy, I assmed.
You held me gently.
I bragged proudly of my sparkling diamonds.
You examined me carefully, I mimicked you.
This was the finger that would be mine,
The finger that would own me.

But now I'm scared.
You spoke to yourself.
You spoke of regrets.
I felt your tears sink in between my gems.
Tears of regret, I assumed.
They're uncomfortable tears that whisper, "Good bye."

Suddenly, I feel a tight grip,
I feel the breeze of fast, hard air.
And before I know it . . .
Kuplump!
A small splash follows.
And I'm all alone.
Scared,
And alone.

I sink till I feel the cold sand.
I envy their pride.
But, now I'm alone.

Things go dark,
As sand covers me whole.
And then I know,
I'm gone.