Sometimes we don’t understand the promises we’re making,
Young adolescents whispering  ‘always’, as if they understood its meaning.
Always for love and for there to be an ‘us’
I left such foolish promises behind,
After I had promised three too many eternities

The truth is, I won’t love you for very long,
After time we’ll each be within another’s hold.
All the forever’s I’ve promised have never surpassed a year
The promise of ‘always’ like a macabre eventual promise of demise,
Causing unrealistic expectations, and leaving one soul cleft.

Now the promises I make are far and few between
None a reflection of eternity –
Now I promise simple things of self, realities and truth-meanings.
Like how I will be forgetful, selfish and difficult at times
Yet, while we may have a short sentence, for those moments, I’ll love you deeply.