I Didn’t Crash

A Poem

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

I didn’t hold onto the meaning of that ring on your finger; I couldn’t see the paper for what it was, and when I finally read it, it was too late

to come back from the edge, dressed in a bit of glory for not tipping over, flag-waving, disciples, a parade

the taking back of the daytime bed, the spreading of sheets and touching fingers gently then using them to pull