Tie

This is the thing that brings me to you:

The open hand, the closed look, the ring.

Then, while I am here, even every touch ties me;

This is when I decide I'll never leave.

I take the ring, the little hard cold beauty,

It's size a wonder, it's eyes always bright.

Still you leave, and I leave you, in the cool evening,

With only one rule between us, the one that I took.

I glance at it now, thankful to have gained it, yet

Wishing it were able to channel your self.

No, but it is only hard, scratchy, lifeless beauty,

Nothing like you.