A promise.

There are promises I want to make Fill them with soft and passionate, always, passionate words. Little words that would remind you of a forgotten, happy time I’d like to see them kiss your dreams, your fears, Your wakeful hours and your lonely nights I walk with my unspoken lines, Lines that slip away and reach out for the warmth of my stomach They lie rehearsing-- perhaps for another day. A day for you and me. And for the rest of them to follow But the clock chimes every hour like an uninvited guest, An interfering toe lands its foot; its dirty shoe Walks into a promise I crafted for you Mocks and jabs at words that extend until many tomorrows And everything changes with time. I may not ever tell you, today or tomorrow, But I want you to know I love you. Simply and faithfully.