my ring was lost a couple days
long ones because we were at odds
searching for it became a quest
to quash a more pervasive angst
that I might be the enemy
of my own contentment and joy
and much more significantly
the source of her unhappiness
my wife, from within her own pain
absolved me as a saint wouldn't
allowing the faults at my core
to just be cracks in the timbers
of a ship she still chose to trust
a leaky deck she stood upon
as always, defying the world
the mutinous new commander
charting the course when I lose it
refusing to let the sea win
by the time I found the damned thing
she'd reminded me why I wear it:
with her the stars are undying
for she personally lights them
to carry the both of us safe
back to the home we've created
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