Kitchen Sink

`



my finger traces
a still barely
visible band
on my 4th finger


our ex-anniversary
is now my memory

a constant companion
to might-have-beens

yesterday had so much
prospect and promise
today I face a sink
filled with dirty dishes




`

by Frederick Kesner

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I'm so glad I read this one: D
A moving and well crafted poem