Ring On The Sill

She placed her ring on the sill,
 dishes piled high
 She's on the front porch step
 and the air smells like snow
 She's thinking of the siege to come
 and how she'll miss those weekends
 in the park with the sun on her face
 and her book by her side and that
 lingering taste that he left on her tongue
 He lifts his glass from the table
 It leaves a ring where it stood
 He sees the light from the window
 caress her like he knows he should
 He's remembering the first time he kissed her
 and how he'd wake
 and immediately he'd miss her,
 like a spell, with each breath,
 he'd taste her breath like a haunting,
 irritating as hell
 Do you remember when you'd pray
 to never see the day
 when someone would make you feel this way
 'Cause you knew
 they would cut right through you
 and once inside, you were afraid they'd find
 nothing to hold on to
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 He puts her ring on her finger,
 she brushes back his hair
 He takes a sip from his glass,
 she inhales the cold fall air
 And they're thinking of the long road ahead
 and the strength that they will need
 just to reach the end
 And there in the silence they search for
 the balance between this fear that they feel
 and a love that has graced their lives