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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
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reads like a snapshot from inside someone's emotional kitchen—where memory, disappointment, and survival all simmer. Very moving.