Dented

Pulled
the wedding ring
from my finger
years ago, but 
there’s still a dent there.

I bet
I’m dented for good.

I mean “for good”
in all senses it can be taken:

permanent dent,
valuable dent,
dented by the forces
of good.

Now I’m in love again —
for good,
I hope,
in all the same ways
I’ve listed above.
Permanently, valuably,
by the forces, etc.  
Make no mistake though:

regardless,
I’m still dented.
Marked, not 
truly whole.  
A little wrecked.
It shows.