gone. the ring is gone.

in a patient's bed linens? down the laundry chute?
in a latex glove, in the trash? down the garbage chute?
i may never know.
the ring that was given to me by the love of my life after 11 years of togetherness.
the ring that was so unexpected and wonderfully surprising and in such a beautiful place.
i haven't felt this terrible in a long long time.
"it's just a ring" he says.
what remains is a non-tanned strip of white skin on my ring finger and this photo:



i think i'm more upset with myself for 3 things.
1. for not getting the ring re-sized sooner, so it wouldn't fall off my finger.
2. for wearing it to work anyways.
3. for not noticing when and where it fell off.

i cried.