BlueLijn

Monday, December 03, 2007

Promise

It’s not the words I told you
Or the way I sat on your couch
It wasn’t the offer
I refuted
Or how I turned away

It was the way I kissed her
Today on the bridge
Five years too late
Ten minutes too soon

It was the story
I interrupted
by the river
and the eyes
that watched
as I finished a promise

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