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511. The Ring Finger

I sat across the aisle from you
Although you’d never know it
You were hidden in your work
If interested you surely didn’t show it
I told some jokes to those around
Yet you never smiled or did grin
I thought I was quite so humorous
But your attention I couldn’t win
The more I tried the more I failed
Your focus clearly not here
When I finally did catch your eye
It was only then I saw a tear
Without a word I knew it all
A tanned ring finger missing a trinket
The look on your face read like a book
No doubt a story I didn’t expect to get
So it was that we left the plane
No word between us ever to be spoken
Yet as you left you turned and smiled
The rebirth of a heart so newly broken


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