Promise to Write

Every morning
I check the post;
Your letters
never arrive.

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Renewal

None can cleave our souls in two
Which a day long ago did entwine
By vow or wish or compulsive desire
Bound in truth and shed of lies
We promise again:
Meeting, our eyes.

Charming

How charming is
The posy in your pocket
The curl of auburn
Nestled in your locket
Your smiles at
Yellow daises and daffodils
By the meadow’s little rill
Which will run a hundred days
As long as your laughter plays
And promises
You’ll stay.

Fated Love

If we were to be parted
Or never to meet
Then know this life
Is only anticipation
For the next

String

I wonder if I should tie a string to my wrist
So I could remember that promise I made with the future
That me who was, knew without equivocation
That only shining things lay up ahead

Promise

Miles of blue ocean
And people who love me
To even be promised such a thing
I am filled with such sad joy