Uncentered; a poem

There are times I run

My thumb over

The smooth indent.

Touch

Adjust

Flex

Automatically,

without thought,

without realizing,

to fix the ring

that is no longer there.

It lay uncentered

On my finger

Stone weighing to the left

Touch

Adjust

Flex

My finger has been

Empty for months

Like my bed

Like my messages

Like my life

Touch

Adjust

Flex

I reach out

Touch

I hesitate

Adjust

I withdraw

Flex

You were mine

Emotionally

Physically

Legally

You’re not

Your heart is not

Your touch Is not

Your name is

Touch

Adjust

Flex

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