My Faith

I still hang on to your promise.
Years have passed & died.
I know you still crawl & claw
towards its fulfillment —
& that it’s not yet broken.

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Old photos

you, we, I made sense
on the day of the senior year social
sunny skies, outdated hair
promise and hope were down the road
and for others: despair

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(LOVE PROMISES)

love promises
hung
on frayed

ropes
for sleeping
hearts

sway at near
snap
from gravity

its
reality waking
course

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