Promises
Would you promise to
Not save me from myself
If I buy a bench under a tree
On a lonely city road and call it ours,
Put a poem on it
About our unresolved messes?
Would you promise to
Walk with me by the tree,
Sit on our bench,
Trace our names
With your fingers,
And read Yeats to me?
Would you promise to
Attempt to resolve us
Before we are too old
And withered
And estranged from our
Inspirations and destinies?
Give me these promises,
Then do as you please.
I will bide my time
And let you bide yours.
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