The Promise – Poem by Mario Vitale

Often now when in a contemplative mood
Relaxing with not a care
Suddenly recalling a promise
An innocent, spur of the moment promise
made on an intimate occasion long agoA promise made in jest
made in the heat of passion
No real intent of actually seeing it to fruition
A promise made neverthelessA promise
Hollow, shallow, superficial
Disturbing to me, now
A promise haunting me all these years

A promise attempt to make light of it, laughing at it
denying it, ridiculing the idea of it
Binding me?

Thinking of the promise, thoughts swelling inside
Bursting at brain seams
Pushing me, pulling me, pressuring me
to keep my promise, to you.

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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