My wedding ring is the perfect metaphor for marriage-
a little weathered and less sparkly than when we first started.
With the peppered beard you wear without shame,
and the white hairs I hide under black dye,
we balance honesty and vulnerability
precariously at kitchen table conversations.
And I wouldn’t change your razor sharp precision with language,
or my gentle sensitivities to create
safe sacred space for others,
the ring reminding me that a circle
is not a completion of love,
but sharing our incompleteness
with each other.