A Promise
The sun is up, another morning’s come--
The coffee’s brewed, the eggs and bacon fried,
The sky is bright, the birds are frolicsome—
On such a day, what sorrow could betide?
And yet this cheery masquerade today
Is, by my very reticence, belied,
As if I’m in some strange, absurdist play:
It all has seemed so pointless since you died.
And now I only want to grieve and hide,
Yet still, I know to do so’s a mistake—
I swore to you to go on, to abide,
And that’s a solemn promise I can’t break.
And so, my love, this further vow I’ll make:
That I’ll go on with living -- for your sake.
December 31, 2019
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