out you tumble in silver
I found your ring
,
the one we looked for under the bed
.
you were right
,
it was here somewhere
.
my sometimes friends
are asking where you are
,
and I reply
we aren't communicating
at all
anymore
.
the ring was in the little birds
nest
in the bathroom
,
in my self
.
a picture off a hook
knocked the nest over
and out you tumbled
in silver
.
they say she is beautiful
or
she was nice
...
always yes
;
but
,
there are differences
I cannot seem to overcome
.