She spoke in rapid statements
about perpetual promises.
Fall in love with another;
I urged her, professing I was not a keeper.
Keep looking for someone to snake
winding roads drunk after midnight.
She promised to bend my will.
I explained hope broke my heart
asunder last September
back when she was my hope.
But it won’t stop me from opening my
door to her next December.
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