Hour 2 – at sun down

the last light of life fades,

the sun downs on my brow. 

my hair are like the silver cups

with fancy black bows you liked.

I cannot separate anymore

between left and right.

 

misty memories of moments,

hazy hues crowd my sight.

Yet I go on,

I remember Frost’s words I read long ago

‘I have promises to keep’.

 

the promises I made to you

to protect us

to be with each other

to share the same bed

to look at each other

in the first morning light

to wake with a kiss

to laugh with you

 

I will go on;

till my last breath , till you are there.

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