JettisonIt's funny how important one tiny band of gold can be.
Its' warming color exudes love- affection- tenderness-
a collection I cannot fill on my own.
It follows me, lurking just beyond the corners.
This desolate wanting of something so inherently meaningless to the masses.
But to me, it is more than a promise of eternal assistance-
it is my deepest wish, my greatest desire.
To know that abandonment is now simply a slain soldier on the battlefield of my life...
A shadow; a ghost.
It consumes me....
wanting more than promises, more than words.
I need this more than anything, more than the next breath I take.
It makes me wonder really...
If I'm in this for him, or for that elusive desire of release from the demons that haunt me.
I may never discover the answer, but, I fear this question-
It may become that the demons of old no longer taunt and tease,
but new devils arise and strike my soul to sorrow the pity of my decisions.
Did I accept an eternal life with the man I love... or with the si