A Promise
I walk...
And I think.
A tear drops now and then.
Eternal love worn thin?
But how and why and when
could it have reached the brink?
Not much...
Just a litle here and there.
With something special in between.
To big, to bad to not be seen.
Maybe not intentionally mean,
but thoughtless, selfish, without care.
I walk...
and I vow,
not to let it be my deed
which plants the ugly seed.
I’ll meet her every need
not “sometime when” but now.
© MAR 27 Charles Henderson
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