Monday, September 7, 2009

the promise. (bishop and the night.)

promise me.

i want you to promise me,

no matter what happens,

that you will never look back,

never regret it,

never think this, any of it,

was a mistake.

promise me.

promise that years from now

i'll see you in a coffee shop,

and you'll remember this,

all of it.

promise me.

promise you'll come back here,

lazarus, return in the rain

and tell us why you

ever left in the first place.

promise me.

promise, swear upon this lampost

that these will not be

that last words you write

in uneven hand on the

wall of my room.

i promise.

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