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117 · Apr 2017
Broken Little Promises
unnamed Apr 2017
I didn’t know that would be the day

The day you said goodbye,

the day the sun would set

never to rise again.

I didn’t appreciate the little things before;

I dared to believe we would all live forever, promises made

Day by day, wound by wound

Forever silenced

Mental images flash, comforting arms, a cocoon of smothering kindness

Caught between running away and breaking the sound barrier in grief

Cracked lives lying on the shattered blacktops in the summer sun

One blistering moment,

motionless in the blast

frozen smiles looking up for comfort

Can’t stop the pain,

it will never fade

forever etched upon our lives.

Battered

Broken

Shattered

— The End —