Broken Promises
Where is the forever of our love?
Why aren't your arms wrapped
around me now, holding me in warm
embrace?
I hear the tick tock of the clock, the
drip of the faucet, again, the lights are
flickering every time the upstairs neighbors
flush.
I am waiting for you still, your promises
really did mean something...
Didn't they?
Cynthia
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