Promise

On the day I left,
I never cried.
The last time we spoke,
I surely lied.

I knew the truth,
that I would come back.
But I pretended as if
it would be the last.

On the day I left,
I whispered you a prayer,
but it fell on deaf ears
because you didn’t care.

You didn’t care where
we ended up, eventually.
You didn’t care how
far apart we were destined to be.

My voice is nothing.
My word holds no truth.
I broke a promise.
I broke you.

But now I stare into the sky,
as I have hundreds of times before,
and I make another promise.
This time, to myself

If only words could mend hearts.

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