Promises And The Fall Of Rome

 
 
 
 
Remember how
her/his mouth
felt on you...
like warm rain
falling from an
unseen sky
 
You came
 
He/she came
 
Then came
the promises
 
the always  
 
the nevers
 
the fidelity  
 
But the problem  
with promises  
is that we only
see them reflected  
back to us through  
a mirror of our  
own needs, wants,
pain and losses
 
Sooner or later  
that mirror will
slowly crack
then break...
 
and we will
find ourselves  
sitting at the  
kitchen table  
with our heads  
buried  in our  
hands...
 
alone  
 
remembering
the feel of  
warm rain  
and tasting
the salt of
our tears