The ring

How can it weigh so much? It's just a small gold ring.
Laying cold on my chest, tangled with the cross. 
So heavy I think the chain will break.

I remember when, working late in many kitchens.
I would raise my hand and kiss this ring, thinking of you, our love, our home, our dreams, our desires.
It seemed so light, so warm, it fit so right
It was my totem, symbol of  commitment 
Each kiss a promise, a touch, a song sang in my head to you.

But no more does it feel right, 
No more promises made, songs sang.
Now it just lays cold and heavy on my chest.
With a mass so great I wonder if the chain will break.