Some goodbyes aren’t meant to be

That night in winter,
When you walked away
With swivelling anger,
I changed.

Like a fading photograph
You ebbed in my conscience,
Promising not to rise.

When, four winters after
You burst through the doors
Begging some emotion, any
I changed.

Again the drama
Of lies and confusion
Left me gashed, disabled.

One promise lasts, that
Which was not made.
I wait in patience through the agony,
To get you back again.




		
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