remarrying
I buffed my nailsso worn from setting it all right
poured a glass of significant vintage
I held a globe in one hand
thumb touching you
your picture flipped open
closed my eyes
opened my heart
breathed deeply
I slid a diamond ring on my left hand
the year of mourning is up
the old rings recast reforged
those were for memory
this one for the future
no words spoken
no vows or promises
but a diamond truth
I own myself
to have and to hold
live a full life
free to share or not to
wind roads rising
some doors closing
stars sparkle cooking dinner
time without end
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-12-05 at 12:09
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