The wedding band
Footsteps fade in distance.
Like eyeballs gouged from a severed head, I appear to be watching, but I am lifeless.
The emerald green gleam swallowing my pupil is no longer a twinkle of hope but a lackluster lie from the glare of a burning sunset.
As darkness begins to consume the dewy clover covered hill, I no longer see.
Crimson colored veins drape from the spheres that once peered longingly in his direction, the same veins that run from his bloody heart to the appendage that adorned a circle shaped copper expense I thought meant love.
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Falling in love is scary. The thought of a partner falling out of love is even scarier. This is my portrayal of that feeling.