Wedding Ring

Such a small beautiful gold thing

To lose inside the engine of a car

The resultant guilt and sadness

Has never gone away.

I still look for my first wedding ring

In the engine blocks of my dreams

There have been others

But that one was first

Bought with work blood

By my beloved wife

When we were so poor

We couldn’t take our car

To a mechanic.

It’s strange the things that

Haunt a man.