The Promise

The Promise

In her solitude

In the monotony of her endless days

And even more

Her endless nights

Her empty eyes remember

His gentle hands

Which still enfold her heart

Her memories are a little scattered

Half-erased now, by the years

The night winds blow softly

And she whispers along

“Love, you have flown so far..”

Her hand that he still holds

Is pressed to his chest

“Here we are again, where it all began love..”

No-body knew her more

And he stays with her always

He keeps that promise that he gave

That he will always stay

And that she

Will never be


© Ann Bagnall and, 2013. .com

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