THE SPECTATOR He's holding the ring, and as it settles on her finger, my world crashes ​Memory flashes back in my mind, a rising tide behind the eyes, as I remember our broken vow. ​We promised we would marry each other, taking me to the altar and saying, "I do." I feel the hollow in my chest as the ring settles on her finger, imagining myself as her ​Now I'm just a spectator, the one who watches but cannot participate, a ghost at the feast.