them and me. I am a crafted metal circle. I prefer air rather than skin move through space I surround. Passed from hand to hand, finger to finger. A symbol of unbroken eternity to some, a bondage in metal to others. Lobbed at unfaithful, aggressive, sorely used. Displayed behind glass in hope my glint under artificial light sparks interest. Placed on then removed from the dead. Sold on again in the eternal round of possession.