The Promise
Remember the time we made promises?
Promises made of glass.
Easily broken ones.
One that could shatter with some force.
I remembered those promises
even when we were miles away from each other.
I kept those promises safely,
In a blanket of love, trust, and commitment.
You promised to keep that trust.
And you fulfilled it.
But then you slowly forgot me and
I started to fade from your memory.
When you finally remembered that forgotten blanket
Of love, you remembered me.
But it was too late.
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