never promises/

©2022 Michael Raven

wind in hollow trees
howling her name
fingers bent ritual
hold on these remains
i held nothing
this laughter's reward

do you recall
never promises
before the fall?
were they empty?
were they anything
at all?

oh forget
and sing about
another faith
grey on grey
waiting for
the train

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