Not the Ring

He packed all his stuff today,

Saying how he was not man enough for me.

Then he started with the,

‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line.

That was when I slapped him,

Thwack!

I didn’t mean to, but I had to.

He was questioning my intelligence.

That he could be so bold…

So forward…

It irritated me.

A look of surprise registered on his face.

He touched his cheek,

I gave him a lopsided smile.

I knew it hurt,

after all I was trained in martial arts.

I knew where to focus my strength,

in order to inflict maximum pain.

He finished packing everything of his.

I saw him glancing at my left hand.

… The engagement ring.

I gave him a ‘hell NO!’ Look.

He in turn gave me a brazen look.

‘The ring… Can i have it back?’

His voice said in that crisp accented voice I used to love.

‘No. I earned this.’

I replied, matching his cold tone,

shaking my head for maximum effect.

His crestfallen face showed he got the message.

He slung his bag over his shoulder,

‘goodbye Rhie’.

He never looked back.

I flung myself on the bed and began to cry.

the ring

pic credit: pinterest.com

Cheers,

Shaz

© 2017 Sharon. M

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