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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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