You stopped wearing yours, too.
I didn’t notice when
    – close contact with your hands is a thing of the past
if I had to guess
it was probably when you punched the refrigerator in November
broke your hand
and received my eye-rolling disdain on overdrive
    for several weeks.
In the residual images that will solidify into our archived history
those few months last fall will give the illusion
    of the implosion that brought us down.  
But the decomposition started so long ago
each passing year adding crumbling dust at our feet;
When the time came
    barely a tremor
    led to total collapse.

Just like everything else
I’ll probably never know if you meant to
leave it off
    or if it simply vanished into your drawer and out of your mind
just as my own hand has been bare for weeks now
I’m sure
    it’s all the same to you.