Promises

I told him I loved him
I told him I was scared
And he told me
he wasn’t going anywhere
just like all before him
And then he was gone
just like all before him
And I tell you I love you
And I tell you I’m scared
And you tell me you know
But you make no promises
And part of me is frightened even more by that
But part of me thinks
At least you’re not lying to me
And if you ever do make a promise,
I won’t doubt you.
And I’m thankful that my fear of abandonment
is no longer coupled with a fear of betrayal
I’ve gained an ironic sense of comfort and trust from you
and I will always respect you for that.

05/28/04

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