a promise

I am waiting at the airport. I won’t greet you when you arrive. I’ll just stand here & let you walk by.

I’m wearing a dusky grey dress, black stockings & red heels.  My hair is a bed-head tousle of red.

I don’t need to tell you this.  I am wearing what you asked.

A plane arrives. Passengers flood the arrivals lounge.  I stand off to one side watching.

Yes, I am here.  No, I won’t speak to you.  I won’t touch you. I wanted to tell you of all the touches, the kisses, the moments I had planned. I wanted to be able to say “remember the time we…”

monarchsBut I promised you no.


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