You made me promise not to leave you,

I did what you asked without a lingering thought,

on the condition that you never left,

me.


You loved me and I promise, I swear,

I loved you too,

even if I never showed it to you.


But the thing I think is funny,

is also the thing I think is sad.

While I had promised to never leave you,

you had played a trick,

the one the ***** magicians play

in the back of the darkest alleyway.

It was a small gesture,

simple enough.

You had those fingers, behind your back,

crossed.


I was the only one to keep their promise,

because you were the one that left.