Week 18 – Future #2

Past Promise

I smiled and thought about the promise we made

Years and years ago

Over bottles of tequila and the Mexican moon

Visions of sitting on rocking chairs on the front porch

Of our nursing home

Laughing at all the stupid things we did

When we were in the now

We had no future

We only had the past

and we believed in how we lived

Little did we know

That we grew too close

and that dissolved our love

Though we are now strangers

I smile and laugh when I think of the promise

We made

All those years ago

And how we have met that promise

Separately

and alone.