We Have Nothing in Common Anymore

by Nicholas Short

Don’t act

As if you are

Somehow Offended

What was I supposed to think?

That you sat there waiting for me?

I’d be the World’s stupidest fool

For thinking

You cared

So I say keep the ring

I know so much

About these things

That twisted metal reminder

Around your finger

It is nothing

More than scrap

Rescued from the wreckage

Of what once was

A year has passed

And now it exists?

Guess you must be feeling

Pretty lonely

Manipulations at midnight

No longer register

So take your tales

Of the day elsewhere

To one of the others

Maybe one not yet broken

By you

It would be inhuman of me

To care any less