Promises Are for Liars
Because, you know,
Either you're going
To do it or
You're not.
Slight as light
Reflected from the stream
Onto the wavering
Willow leaves,
Eternal love
Doesn't need
Eternity, see?
A cyclone of sand-
Hill cranes
Rises from the corn
Slathering the
Ephemeral work.
Let's don't worry.
Let's don't ask.
Our institutions
Are standing by.
But I keep thinking
How easy it is
To get lost in the sky
With nothing holy
To defend.
The poem seems to echo to me throughout each day since I've read it. Even the title seems to poke at me, considering how hihgly I value promises to friends and those close to me. "Either you're going to do it or you're not", isn't that how all promises are? A black and white decision of yes or no? You say the word promise as a sing of it will be done, not lie for some one elses comfort. "Eternal love doesn't need eternity, see?" I cant help but feel rattled at this. Everyone views love as something that will never fade, never lose it's sight of that one person. But eternal love is not there, the one you love will die, and there you are, to stand alone. "But I keep thinking How easy it is To get lost in the sky With nothing holy To defend". I saw myself in this, I often stand outside my home, gazing into the sky as I think, it's a time where I can cast my phone aside and look into my life for a retrospective, I think of my actons, my lies to others, and all the possible scenarios of what could have happened had I not told that white lie. I think for hours at a time about all my lies. Standing here, beside myself.
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