Do you remember the time I told you
Our love was to last “forever”
Even beyond death? Well, that wasn’t true.
Whether I believed it at the time, whether
I suspected it was more poetry than prose,
Or whether I cared one way or the other,
Is hard to say — but a rose is a rose,
And thankfully we’re no longer lovers.
You may think I was surprised by how quickly
Your star fell in my heliocentric view,
How your starved ghost became hollow and sickly;*
Yet what shocked me was not my truths being untrue,
But how soon such promises were made again,
And how ready I was to believe them.

This entry was posted in Sonnets.

One comment on “Promises

  1. hamza musa says:

    mewo mooooooooooooaw meaoow

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