I dropped my ring and

written by TreVaughn Malik Roach-Carter

I thought it might roll beneath the ottoman and be lost in the darkness beneath never to be seen again.

I thought it might fall into the abyss of a wormhole to another dimension just out of reach.

I thought it might befriend the lonely sock I lost in San Francisco, 82 miles away.

I thought they might be fast friends.

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