608 ~ The Ring Poem by stan pelfrey

“twelve cheers, ” I call,
raising my flask as
I stand here,
the precipice of
laying to rest
twelve years

twelve shared dreams
turned to horrifying
realities brought on
by your selfish desires
twelve years

twelve tears stream
down my face, looking
at the ring in my fingers,
I recall how beautiful,
body and soul,
you once were
twelve years

twelve beers down
my throat, now,
to wash you out
of my mind, I know
what must be done
twelve years

one plop in the
bowl, then another,
twelve seconds pass
while I let out my
intoxicated memories,
I lift my hand
twelve years

twelve stares into
the abyss of golden
glimmers, the ring
you placed on my
finger so long ago,
swirls and is then
swept away from me
twelve years