there’ll be a Pit on this journey
perhaps a Stop.
an encounter with promises
holding smiles kept broken by deception.
Arrange tables, brush seats
pour relaxation, feed fables
sorry, forgiveness, regrets;
everytime given the obscure choice,
you abandoned your faithful promises.
Look within your heart
fabricate stories far fetched
the reality built in the imagination:
what if I had stayed loyal?
held the promises made to myself?
blames won’t be tossed
grief will be Lost.
After all, these Promises are not the only ones broken.
Inspired by: “Love After Love” – Derek Walcott
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