my father doesn't wear a wedding ring
he's been married for thirty-three years
and as far as I know
he never cheated
she never cheated
They are happy people.
my father doesn't wear a wedding ring
but I've seen it in photographs
the big white album
rich, heavy pages gilded with golden edges
I can't bring myself to touch it anymore.
my father doesn't wear a wedding ring
my mother cleans hers every day
she makes sure it shines
and won't take it off for anything
nothing at all
my father doesn't wear a wedding ring
but I know he used to have one
in fact
he told me exactly where it is
and I wish that he didn't
my father doesn't wear a wedding ring.
it is cut in two halves
severed by big pliers he held himself
and taped behind a portrait of my mother
on their wedding day
my father doesn't wear a wedding ring
my mother doesn't question it
I'll never understand why the destruction of a bond
was necessary for the raising of a child
and it didn't even work.
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Greener | A Collection of Poems
PoesíaA collection of poems and pieces for when you are waiting for the world to be green again. TW: Mental Illness, Death, SA
