I never was very good with subtlety,
so I won't even bother now. Here we are,
left broken and misused by our mistakes
that could have been fixed if I had said no
and you had said maybe. It's too late to worry
about the past, so don't even bother...

But I must ask...
do you ever miss me?

Do you ever wish to touch me one more time;
my creamy smooth hand wrapped tightly
by your warm fingers, gripping me just like you used
to when we went to the prom, decked out
in sapphire gold and a velvet future,
with me smiling the whole time, because
I was there with you?

Do you ever imagine what our children would
have looked like, if the ring meant for my left hand
had made it, just like the bracelet did for our one year
and how I cried out of pure joy when you placed it
gently on my wrist and told me that
no one could make you any happier
than I already have?

This seems like a bunch of tangents, strung together
as loosely as the lies you gave me, when the day after
my prom, when you promised me a ring meant for my left hand,
I found the secret love texts sent by some other
woman who knew how to make you happier
than me, the one you swore you loved.

Well, let me finish. I wouldn't want to take you away
for too long from the new queen of your life, but
I must say this: I will never take you back...
but there are some days when I wish I never had to.

07/11/2009

Posted on 07/11/2009
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