There was nothing that brought me more joy
Than the sound of your voice
The sight of your face

And now the mere thought of you is sickening
Your name in my mouth tastes of bile
Thoughts of you have rotted

I won’t say I don’t miss you
Although, I don’t miss you now
I only miss who you were

Whatever the cause, the ring that I wore for years
Feels heavier now, nearly clumsy
It fits me poorly these days

But I put on the bracelet you gave me
I wore it for four years before
But now it fits as a rusted shackle would