let's just call it even
my lover and my friend.
best just let it go
and it be done and end.
can't be done so easy
she said quick to me.
too much water gone by
so we can't just let it be.
ain't no currency ever made
that'll recompense me to you.
ain't nothin' that i know of
that'll settle it and make do.
i figure i owe you as well
she said to me through tears.
i saw it in her eyes and frame
i saw she had concerns and fears.
i reached out to take her hand
but she pulled it fast away.
can't make it all better
she said, that kinda way.
love is a strange addiction
said i into the empty air.
it first feels good and warm
but ends always in despair.
slowly she nodded and sighed.
i suppose you're exactly right.
so, yeah, let's just let it go
and let's not end this in a fight.
i nodded and turned around to go.
but she had one further word to say:
i will find you one distant morn'...
and when i do i promise you, you'll pay!
Friday, February 14, 2020
the promise
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Friday, February 14, 2020
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