and then i threw away the old
ring which is no longer fitting for
my finger
it saddened me of course and for
nights sleep abandoned me
angry perhaps about what i did to
that ring
the real reason, if you may ask,
remains to be my secret with my hand
and surely, i must tell you,
my heart deeply grieves for it,
but in due time, it surrenders to me
for having understood it
love fades, rings turn loose, and
we cast the die, in that ocean of
forgetfulness.
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