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We had promised what we never should,

when we were young.

And our promises decayed

in the shadow of what we'd become.

Time passed.

We caught each other, a glimpse through a door.

We compromised

with the remains of

our childish hopes. What for?

Too late.

A dying life, ashes of our eighth grade legacy.

Before we knew they'd been scattered

our vocal cords shattered

from fighting fate, a teenage prophecy.

In an instant.

I was a giant, but I'd never felt so human.

You were brittle, and I...

I fell to ruins,

whenever we touched

and cracked our skin.

So fragile.

So accessible.

That something reached up from within,

wrapped its fingers inside 

and took hold of all

I had tried to hide.

I saw it flicker in my gaze,

and my tongue, my words,

became its thieving game.

It severed the last of the strings

between us,

stretched taught,

and easily snapped

by a single thought.

But when I'm alone,

I dream of the old us,

the sweet dimpled fools I miss.

Replaying the memories

we made

before we grew old,

and promised.




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MayaHeartsLife said...
yesterday at 6:33 pm
Beautiful so sad!
 
J.M.daCruz replied...
today at 4:48 pm
Thank you so much!
 
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