/lit/ - Literature

Sometime during the beginning of the
end, I asked you, “If fate steps in,
and in five or ten years from now, we
haven’t spoken a single word,
Can you promise me on this exact date
from then,
We’ll meet again?
Have coffee, lunch –
talk.”

As hard as it was to make promises,
when we were breaking so many others –
You did.

Now I’m standing all alone in our
favourite café, having spent ten years
waiting on you to keep at least one
thing you said true;
even if it wasn’t the “forevers”,
or even the “I love you’s”;

And you are nowhere to be seen.