Cessation
I never promised.
That I’d write forever.
Or even everyday.
Maybe every Sunday.
Or every Monday, if I get lazy.
We all hide sometimes.
I never promised to come back from that.
Maybe I should have.
But if I did, I’d have it written down.
They would all remember something like that.
When I was 21, I picked up a pen.
A sparkly green pen.
That was all I had.
Someday,
I might write a grocery list.
I need to remember.
I never promised.
To pick up the milk.
Then the accident happened.
I don’t need to remember…
Any promise that I made…
Don’t worry about it.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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