Standing on the cliff edge,
two feet away from certain death,
I hurled the contents of the velvet box
into the Atlantic;
piece by piece,
by failed-engagement ring,
years of of tears and diamonds and memories
flew down into the sea;
now all that silver sparkling pain
is at the mercy of something bigger
and angrier than me.
(But why I don’t I feel as free
as I thought I would be?)
Originally published on Hijacked Amygdala here.