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Unwanted Promises
by Alison McKenzieAnd so I rest
Another day on your sofa
While you visit dreams
In our bed
Without me.
I have a job –
It’s what I do to pass the time
And pay for bacon,
A roof,
My shoes.
I don’t want us to end up
Counting the days
Until we fit each other’s dreams.
You are too young
And I, too well seasoned.
So let’s grab tomorrow’s music,
And dance until we drop
Or quit breathing.
Don’t give up on me, love.
But if you do,
Let it be just a minute –
I want to return to
My ocean.
I want to live again
Peddling past the river
And the eagles.
I want to taste the truth,
Close my eyes
And sigh my relief.
You are too young to waiver,
And my hands are yet
Full of unwanted promises –
The seeds of love
I may never see to harvest.
10/20/2012 Author's Note: Not entirely based on real life events...
Posted on 10/20/2012
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/21/12 at 12:10 AM Two words: breathtakingly gorgeous. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/21/12 at 12:40 AM Had to read this three times. It was just that damn good. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/21/12 at 12:23 PM Maybe be not entirely about reality but how about real live dreams! Nice write lady. |
| Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 10/22/12 at 03:35 PM No one can every fully meet the expectations of another. We must find actualization within. Well done. |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 10/23/12 at 06:19 AM You have me craving bacon at 12:55AM... what were you thinking?! |
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