The Rings We Never Bought (Poem)

I found you where the silence grows,

Beneath the sky’s forgiving glow.

No map, no plan, no winding plot—

Just hearts that knew what time forgot.

Your hand found mine without a cue,

As if it always somehow knew.

Two rings we wore, yet never bought—

Worn not by choice, but love once sought.

A silver band on weathered skin,

A black one smooth, the weight within.

No diamonds shone, no vows were said,

Just echoes of the lives we led.

You looked at me with eyes half-sure,

Like something old, but soft and pure.

And though the years may twist and bend,

Some promises outlive the end.

I don’t recall the place or name,

But still, the moment feels the same—

A thousand lives, one final thought:

“Please find the ring you never bought.