Promises Poem by Lorena Walker

it is meant to be
the bruise upon my face
the forgiveness i can forsee
like the old lady

who always forgets
and you tell me, 'i am as good as you will ever get.'
i move on each day
awaiting what is new

never forgiving myself
only forgiving you
i move on each day
wandering how long this pain will last?
trying to forget the moment

only remembering the past
you sit beside what you have done
and wander what this is you have become
the light calls me in with a beautiful glare

and you just sit beside me, sit and stare
you forgot somehow
you promised it would not happen again
but there are no more promises left now.