Not Mine

His gold ring catches the light,
like a line I can’t cross.
A dividing line where my heart ends
and his begins,
etched by vows that are sacred,
and not mine to break.

So I lock my thoughts away
as something delicate, unfinished.
A secret, pressed between the pages
of a book I’ll never open.

Content with loving him from afar,
and holding his hand in my dreams.