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.
Monday, September 7, 2009
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