Sunday, April 10, 2022

A promise

“Promise me you’ll be fine.”

Behind a hiding smile

I said I would.  Should

I have told her lying

Was my forte, a quiet

Word to drown what

I understood?

She was of soft heart

And I of brooding mind:

The silence sometimes

Weighed her down,

Or did it me?

Age takes the random

Moments, leaving me

Behind like

A bird on a roost

Forgetting where I 

Left the eggs.

Are they still somewhere

Waiting for my hand?

Are they fine?

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