Ring

I watch
you
step into the
cafe with a
sad
smile.

It happened
again.

I seethe
inwardly, knowing you’re
here
to tell me
things
I
already know,
we
already
know.

I nod your
way,
pointing at the
two
hazelnut lattes
I got for
us.

You
smile.

You make your
way towards
me,
every step
ringing
in my
ears.

I notice
the sway of your hips
the gleam on your ring finger
the skip my heartbeat makes

You notice
me
too.

You place your
bag
on the
table, and ask me about
life.

Words
tumble
from my
lips
while thoughts of
us
run through my
head.

You laugh.
You agree.
You know.
You
sigh.

You touch my
hand.
You touch my
heart.

“I can’t anymore,”
you whisper,
softly
lovingly
crushingly.
“You know that.”

I look into your
eyes and see the
pain in
mine.

You extend your
hand,
touching
my gold
ring, and shake your
head.

And leave.

–

Image source: deviantart.com/aufgaben1/art/coffee-17366918
First written September 25, 2017.
In The Coffee Shop, #5
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