One square solitaire,
princess cut diamond,
The one that said,
"Will you make me the happiest man in the world?"
One channel of baguette diamonds,
the ring that sealed the deal.
The one that said, "I do."
"Our chord of three strands is not easily broken.
You are God's plan for me."
One more channel of baguette diamonds,
sandwiching the solitaire,
the one that said,
"Hey, baby girl? Merry Christmas. I still do."
Two diamonds have fallen out. Like missing teeth from a smile,
an otherwise straight, sparkling smile of orthodontia.
The part of me that will forever be a young bride,
naively in love,
believing in a fairy tale story,
"Run to the jewelry store.
Replace and renew.
Fix it. Fix it all. And hold tightly."
The part of me that feels broken in a world of whole,
the part of me that knows how the love story changed,
"Leave it be. It tells the story."
Tattered, gapped, broken,
sparkling, shining, beautiful.