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.
The end.
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.