Kelly Boesch - Her Ring My Hand

My fingers don't fit where hers did.
I can't tell if that's a sign or just my head.
Do I slide it on or let it sleep?
Do I sell it off or keep it deep?
Lock it in the box and turn the key,
Or wear it out where people look at me?
Maybe a ring is only a circle.
Maybe it's a promise kept past the point of reason.
I can carry it or set it down.