Tuesday, 20 July 2010

Third finger.

Silver, and black in places,
where the cuts are too deep
to let light penetrate entirely.
It's shiny, just like the original posessor
and a little to big to sit where it does,
but the mere glimpse of stainless steel,
cut through with a laser,
so that the engravings may be mistaken for words,
brings a smile, and a small exhale of a laugh,
knowing where it came from,
who it came from.
Whether intended or not,
it marks a bond stronger than those prior to it
could ever make,
and this in turn makes it,
the best thing ever owned.

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