the ring

you have no rings.
you have fingers, but
they go unadorned
by gold or silver.
you had one once.
it was slipped on with
vows of love
and promise, it was
a bright polished
band, but you tossed
it out the window
when crossing
at the highest point
of the Chesapeake Bridge,
making a different
vow under the glare
of a bright rising sun.