Platinum

So. We meet again.

I'd automatically be cautious in evaluating a full response to Platinum. It feels like a highly personal poem, from a wife to its husband. In too many ways it is the saddest of your poems (to me) because the death of sense is linked to a new beginning. I haven't been there. Though in this case that's no small relief.

Maybe it's the way I possess that makes me uncomfortable with the linkage. Or maybe it's that platinum bands represent a level of fundamental balance while the poem is worded around conflict

Sadia,
Great attempt, forceful emotions.
Could have trimmed and tightened the lines some more, though. Too much usage of the word "all" which spoils the lyrical quality of your poem to some extent. But loved reading it and look forward to hearing more from you.