I'm about to give you the expensive ring,
when my past appeared;
a swift vivid punch in my memory
of every madness and pain I had.No doubts,
I can hear your 'yes' from your mind,
but I have to take it back first
and be reconciled with her!It's tough,
how'll I face the one who broke my heart?'You have to!'
My broken heart says it loud!I closed my eyes
opened my mouth
uttering 'Let's move forward with smiles'.Someone held my hand,
so I opened my eyes.
You have the ring,
and I have mine too.(Photo Credit to Kit Sandoval

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Hang - Leave
PoetryHanging for something is a choice and it depends; if you will leave or if they will leave you. (c) Kit Sandoval for the wonderful Cover 😎