A Vow
I walk...
and I think.
A tear falls now and then.
Eternal love worn thin?
But how? why and when
could it have reached the brink?
Not much ...
Just a little here and there.
With something special in between.
Yet, too rash to not be seen.
Maybe. . . .not . . intentionally mean but,
none the less- -selfish and without care.
I walk....
and I vow.
Not to let it be my deed
which plants the ugly seed.
I'll meet her every need.
Not "sometime when" but now.
Charles Henderson
© July 7 2017
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2017
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