I remember the day in a brewery you glanced at your hand and said with surprise, “Look, the indentation from my ring is gone,” and I thought finally, because I had been waiting for that to go away.

That fucking thing, that fucking ring, was the thing that hurt me most. That symbol of a broken promise still lingering on your skin longer after the pressure was off.

What happens after I find out you put it back on because you miss her, that life, that ring? My heart breaks and we break, and there’s no surprise in breaking.

If you hadn’t already thrown it in the ocean I think I would hack off your whole hand while you’re asleep just to make sure I never have to see it again.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: indentation, what happens after, and asleep.

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