Loiterer
Your image,
a malfunctioning promise
idles in my handbag.
I took that picture
when I took your word
never expecting both were
two dimensional.
I can’t breathe life into your promises
any more than I can infuse it
into your photograph
but at least I have something tangible
in your picture.
The promise remains a myth.
Copyright © Roseann Geiger | Year Posted 2017
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