On Valentine's

 

Strategically...

  

   I would try to give the ring back to him. 

I had done so in fact...

  Over 

      & over. 

Each time after a huge fight; 

  Or an endless night of being hounded, blamed, belittled. 

Each time after I had to run away from OUR home, because he gave me no choice. 

Each time, he stoped the car, or jumped on it, 

  Or threatened to stab a tire. 

I tried to give it back. 

He always brought it back to me. 

Always talked me back down, you see. 

This last occasion I told him...

    That if he needed it for the business, it's an option. 

He still didn't have eyes to see 

    What I was strategically pressing...

For if it was cloaked, 

   It was only hardly....

That is why this Valentine's Day means not much. 

And as he has been distances away anyway, 

   So, indeed, have I...

Been away from my body...

  Refusing to touch ground. 

I tried to tell him it was too late. 

   But he has not yet let me go. 

      And for reasons, 

           I have not forced him to.