I took off my wedding ring
And put it with hers
The flesh of my finger forever impressed
Forty years created and 4 days to vanish

A star still shines on the hour of our meeting
You know that inscription
On the inside protected forever
A kiss in the front of a blue Pontiac

We went to that place and sat on the hood
And watched the sunset
The same Sun sets now, too,
On the last page of our journal
That we swore we would never write on.