No promise whispered to life's embrace,
No vow etched upon the soul's deep space,
No pact made with the threads of being,
That living without you was ever seeing.
For you, I grew the moon in night's dark hold,
Where is my dream's thread, severed, uncontrolled?
To wake from dreams, a fate I never knew,
No promise whispered, old or ever new.
The tents of twilight, each day I did adorn,
For dreams of guests, my heart was sweetly torn,
They came, they stayed not, turned from my door,
That you would leave, I'd not foreseen before.
No promise whispered, ever to the core.
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