Now
Carefully I slip my favorite ring off the finger we shared,
Looking at its reflection as I gaze off into the mirror.
I gently rub at my finger and recount the years it was there,
I cant help the feelings as my reflection sheds a tear.
Memories and images that really of should been here,
But I can't recall enough times that you were around to hear.
Or to even care what became of you or where.
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