I won’t be long, just have a couple things to get done.
Resigned, I sigh as quietly as possible and put on a smile we both know
is contrived. Sure, not a problem. I’ve seen you for maybe an hour, but
there’s no way I’m going to let you see what I’m holding back. Why
Can’t I be your most imperative commitment?
*Everything I do is for you, and our future.
How am I supposed to argue with that? I’ve tried telling you before
that I’d much rather get time with you than trivial items. I try to
Trust my mind, telling me that I’d rather have someone who works a lot
Than someone who never works at all.
But that argument is little comfort when I’m alone in bed again.
I’ll be home at 4. Promise me. I promise. We both know it’s
A lie, yet you let it slide easily through your mouth. It’s left hanging
there between us right on top of I’ll take care of that for you,
your other most common phrase. Something I used to believe,
but now no longer waste energy on. See, that’s the
Thing, a promise is nothing without a follow through. And I’ve learned
that your promises are without any actual value,
counterfeit currency you try to slip past me. But after too many times
waiting on you to prove the worth of your words, I’m defeated.
You glance at me, leading you to momentarily postpone your departure,
There’s something different in your eyes tonight. Is everything ok?
Yea, I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong. And with my promise,
the crossing of our pinkies deftly disguises everything I need to