the ring…

nothin’ was said ‘tween ’em…sat there in silence as the waitress poured coffee…she twisted her ring on her finger…he just kept lookin’ out the window…watchin’ cars drive by…people walkin’ on sidewalks…a blind man with a dog…

sometimes she’d move her hand through her thick silver hair…clear her throat…go back to movin’ that ring ’round her finger…a wedding band of gold…he had lost his years ago…so he said…might’ve slipped off while he was changin’ oil in the old Ford…could’ve thrown it away when they split up for a brief time…very brief…misery kept ’em together…

she started thumbin’ through her purse…old pictures of when they were younger…he had a full head of jet black hair back then…’fore it all fell out…leavin’ him nearly bald…he was lookin’ older and older everyday…not like in the pictures she kept…old black and whites…arm in arm at Christmas time…throwin’ snowballs at each other…leanin’ ‘gainst a Dodge…

and they never looked at each other…the check would come…he’d lay down a five for a three dollar bill…expected change…

it was silent ‘tween ’em…years had taken their voices away…she kept playin’ with that ring…

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