A Lost Ring
He called to say he's running late,
for stranger things have happened.
Two stained glasses in the sink,
on a counter, lay a letter.
'Dear wife', the envelope said,
trembling to unprepared matters,
it details of a divorce request,
a ring hid behind its corner.
Introspection begged to begin,
appalled am I, to even think.
My husband of 25 long years,
has decided to call it quits.
To say I'm enraged, is to say the least
he must have known I'd lose my shiiit,
did he really have to leave like this?
How dare this man, do this to me?!
24 June 2022
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Copyright © Izintombi Zamambo | Year Posted 2022
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