Compensation
Glinting,
in the glass cabinet,
a
silversmith's ring -
well
crafted, clever
like a
frou frou skirt
the silver
slices
remind of
waves,
or
the petals of a rose
It
catches the light, transforms -
wants a
hot dress date
wants to
join up with jeans
It's my
leaving present.
The
vouchers sat in a draw for nearly a year
redundant,
like me
but I
found the ring without trying
as if it
was meant to be.
Idly
tried it like Cinderella
amazed by
the fit as if
only made
for my finger
Now the
ring wears me,
Reminds,
with its weight
leaving
has
beautiful
compensations
I've
moved on.
Stunning, not stunned. 
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