Gold Bands in the Morgue Light

Gold Bands in the Morgue Light

Gold bands on our fingers, cold against the skin
We go through the motions, shrinking from with-in
You twist the ring while you pour your tea
I fake a smile, and you look right through me.
Gold bands in the morgue light
No heat left in the shine, Trapped in the ritual
tracing the design, Just metal and memory

drawing the line.
Photographs dusted, strangers in the glass
We shared the vows, but let the feeling pass
Beds divided, patience wearing thin
Wearing a promise that can’t get back in.

Gold bands in the morgue light
No heat left in the shine, Trapped in the ritual
tracing the design, Just metal and memory
drawing the line.
I could take it off, let it hit the floor
But silence is safer than walking out the door.

Gold bands in the morgue light
No heat left in the shine, Trapped in the ritual
tracing the design, Just metal and memory
drawing the line.