he couldn’t understand why i walked away.
i still don’t understand why he let me.
a ring with the word ‘love’ engraved
on the inside, bent out of shape
and reflecting ten different shades of
brown and pink. how can that be it?
how can that be the only representation
of all those years -teenage rebellion,
wild passion, and so many first’s.
how can that be the only remnant
of our love?
