Promises are Promises

I’ve forgotten your bad jokes

But not your eyes

And I hear your laugh

With that soft sexy voice

Telling me how silly I am

For even thinking I had to

Move on.

I thought I would melt

Along with the pain

That poured from my soul

That night

When they told me.

I saw your face before me

A photograph in black and white

Torn to pieces in the breeze

And one by one they flew away

Into a white mist

They disappeared

My hopes vanquished that day

Of white lace and satin ribbons

White roses and rings of gold

I saw you next in a field of green

Mahogany wood, satin pillow

Gladiolus blooms, one flag waving

White stones perfectly aligned

Since then, I’ve been lost

Tossed in a sea of faces

Where things like bravery and honor

And memories of a life so faithful

Should keep me warm

On the cold and lonely nights

I still wear your ring

I’m certain you didn’t really die that day

And it’s all a big mistake.

I’m still waiting for you to come home to me.

The plans are still on hold.

I still have my dress,

Momma says I need to move on

But promises are promises.