The Ring - Poem by Mary Nagy
How does it feel to wear it?
How can you keep it there?
You must hate being reminded
of how much he use to care.
It doesn't really fit you.
It's just a size too small.
But then, did he never tell you
that it isn't yours at all?
Do you ever wonder
what it is that people see
when you show them all your finger
wearing the ring he bought for me?
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