Velvet Green

I look at your hand,
And it's not there.
I see your wrist,
Someone else is there.

I look at your hand,
And I wonder where.
So I look into a box,
It sits right there.

Made of diamond and gold,
Sitting in velvet green.
In the dark, to never again be seen.

A new life
You say you must have,
Without me in it,
Your Independence
you must have

So there our ring sits
of Dimond and gold,
in a box of velvet green
for on your finger
never again to be seen