The Engagement Ring

First there was only darkness and damp suffocating dirt,
But stones appeared, some as clear and brilliant as the water from the mountains,
Some as dark as the deepest parts of the blue ocean.
There they lay, undisturbed, not a symbol, existing but not actually meaning.
Until they did.
Now they mean different things to different people.
Riches to some, with the whole, adorned in gold,
An adornment, a bragging right, just a ring, which it is.
To some it is a promise.
But one that never lasts.
Though I know what it means to two people: Unity, as it is engraved to be remembered forever on the band of the ring.
Two fleshes becoming one.
In the polished face I see how they see me,
I feel their love in everything from the crown to the prongs, holding the stones forever in place to the band.
Now, the symbol still exists but it means something new too.
Hope and comfort that I will never truly be alone.