Black Ink Promises

Your presence sometimes becomes
Something of a distant thought,
A long gone childhood friend
Lost to the years of our grown up distress,
But no, how could I ever forget?

Springing up most haphazardly,
We observe one other with shaking heads,
Only arriving when a storm is brewing
Or just beginning to settle into dust...
Tell me, is it this black ink promise that we trust?

Engraved in our skin forever,
These words are a stubborn tie
Bonding us even in silence;
I fear that you no longer see me,
As if I am little more than a memory.

Believe in me, if you could dare.
My heart is paralyzed with this ache,
And my mind is forever spinning.
Does someone remember who I am?
I'm lost under the rubble of the damned.