You’re rolling out to sea
You’re waving me goodbye
Yet I am not set free
this seagull cannot fly.

“Goodbye”, the buoy tolls.
“I’ll miss you more and more.
Release my restless soul.
Adrift, I cannot soar.”

I’ve learned one certain truth:
there isn’t any death.
There’s only your last words
where I am left bereft.

Don’t ask a ‘pardon me’;
I’ll free you in advance.
I’ll let your kisses go
forgetting our last chance.

Love is a kind of death
like giving up and in.
Don’t ask me not to share
as boundless heartache mends.

Goodbye, goodbye, my heart
your sins now have ‘reprieve’
as I forgive your part:
your love did not deceive.

So waves my hurt from shore;
My wintry face is pale
I will but love you more
as soft now sets your sail.

Love is a kind of death
like giving up and in…
But once this moment’s gone
Love’s promises don’t end.

Use the word, “wave” as verb and video song, “Hurt”, as prompt.

Grammar Ghoul Mutant, # 22

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2 Comments on ““Promises””

  1. susanwritesprecise
    February 28, 2015 at 9:12 am #

    Beautiful writing, Jacqueline. Very evocative. I felt the loneliness…Good one!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Suzanne
    March 1, 2015 at 2:28 pm #

    Wonderful imagery in this piece, Jacqueline. I can feel the narrator’s aching.

    Liked by 1 person

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