love lost is inscribed on our hearts
Edna my love 9 17, reads the slender gold band dropped from the slot of a machine, warming in the palm of Major’s hand.
Edna lost it, fingers reaching under, but if not abandonment why is it here and I wonder why not report the incident.
From a flight jacket pocket, the pilot takes his band of dreams. If she says yes and I ship out, it’s agony of worry and years of doubt.
Love lost to timing leaves an ache of wonder. No one knows what’s coming, but I have a mission beyond here and beyond her.
Lost to Edna, lost to timing, Major pockets the ring and aches for his brother out there somewhere among the stars.
