promise

promise /ˈprɒmɪs/

i’ve made a lot of promises, since
my first inhalation of petrichor, to
weepy beautiful faces dabbed in
wet hankies as i say my goodbyes

“before you snap your fingers twice, i will
be back”; i lie, as i disappear into the waiting
arms of ‘it’s been a while’. promises that

fly away on the wings of dragonflies, wrapped
in the warmth of midday winds. promises that
dig deep into quicksand, so deep that

they become fossils embalmed in ‘i miss you’,
undiscovered for centuries, or perhaps
forever. forever? well, isn’t life an uncertain

tale of unexpected twists? promises that
become monsters that lurk in the dark and
pounce when the heart is laden with loneliness

i’ve made a lot of promises, since
my first inhalation of petrichor, to
weepy beautiful faces dabbed in
wet hankies as i say my goodbyes

– no one bids bye to misfortune & leaves the door ajar