"You can leave, you know?"
No, I didn't want you to leave.
But saying this was the most
sensible thing, right?
You ran a hand through your hair.
It was much shorter than what it used to be.
It still suited you though.
Still made me want to run
my fingers t h r o u g h it.
"No, Artis," you said, "not when you are like this."
My throat grew a lump and my neck felt hot.
You still care.
But that's when my eyes decided
to fall on the platinum ring
on your finger,
b e k n
r a i g
my heart all over again.