You will wed the finger to whom the ring fits? The ring I had on?
Ill give it to you and then you can put it on my finger again. We can get married in Vegas and then stay in a motel, or maybe we are already married, in our hearts. Or maybe I should not say these things aloud without fear of being silly.
I can totally see us though, somewhere in the middle of nowhere in the future. It’s my intuition…telling me that.
Anyway I went outside yesterday in the garden and touched one of the roses with my finger, mostly because it was so beautiful basking there in the sunlight, and I was overcome with how truly soft the petals were. I walked away, and the petal fell on the cement. I realized then touching roses made them give themselves to you back and I felt the fallen petal in my finger crushing it’s scent, as if the petal said, I felt your touch, I’m yours now,