Promise
My promise is to you—
I will not bruise your life,
yet I will carry your trace
as if it were my own.
My promise is to you—
I will not write your name,
yet it lives in my crimson heart,
silent, unerasable.
My promise is to you—
I will not meet you again,
yet I will never truly leave,
for every golden season remembers you.
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