Saturday, April 19, 2014

P is for Phantom

I wore a ring for almost two years. Really that's not very long in the grand scheme of things. It's not very long at all. But it feels like a lifetime.

I took that ring off on April 5th. A day also known as There's-no-chromatic-scale-in-a-song day (a joke from high school band).

Even though the ring is gone, I can still feel its ghost there on my finger. Every now and then I slide my thumb down my finger as though to adjust the ring from slipping too close to my knuckle. At times I will reach for that finger in the habit of spinning and fidgeting with the ring, but it is no longer there.

Some days I feel lost without the ring. The phantom of it is a reminder of what I once had and now have lost. Of a love more beautiful than mountains. Of what "being here is so much" really means.

Will I always be haunted like this?

Write on!

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