The Promise

It’s gone now, isn’t it?

What they said would last forever?

All our friendship, all our ‘family’,

All the people who taught me to breathe,

Are gone, it was imminent,

No one sticks with me for the long run ever,

I wish sometimes that they didn’t leave,

But they did and they won’t come back for me,

Why was I so dependant?

Now when I go alone I quiver,

Because I used people as a cain,

Now I’m left to deal with the pain,

I’m alone again, aren’t I?

With only a broken promise of ‘never’

Old photos of my family,

Who promised they would never leave, ever.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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