FORGOTTEN PROMISES

We talk face-to-face, so close, so fragile. In the morning I say goodbye

my eyes searching her tearful eyes for one last gleam of hope.

Then I go, I promise from the bottom of my heart to phone you and I will

But I never do as the headlong rush that is life rushes me by,

making that one night seem so long ago.

I ask myself, did it happen? Really? I mean, all I have is the memory of the

sweat on your body and the curve of your figure.

In some faceless, nameless town I meet you in the street, your eyes pierce me

and reduce me to ashes. I’m so sorry I broke my promise but life forgot all

about me.