promises, or the things we never kept
promises,
are they something ethereal?
or merely lines rehearsed
for a scene in somebody else’s film?
why is it that promises
are so easily spoken,
yet so carelessly abandoned?
perhaps, to some,
they are nothing more than a passing joke.
like the promise my mother once made
to take me to the aquarium
when i was still a little girl.
i wonder if she remembers.
we are no longer children.
we have grown into people
who should know better,
