The Promise

His promise wasn’t vocal
it wasn’t written, spoken, or shared.

He promised..
to honor her, to love her, to support her
in all her aspirations
no matter what.

She was, he thought,
a promise to him.

The promise of a life fulfilled
of sharing adventures, dinners, events and growth,
in this world of no sharing.

Her promise was his nectar,
and yet, it too wasn’t spoken.

When they danced,
and he felt the promise of her body
her movements mirrored his perfectly
but more than that… her mirroring him
allowed him to be untethered, and free in the dance.

They talked
and her words, so carefully chosen
placed just so
were always kind
her promise always present.

And he melted in her presence.
and he fell in love
with the promise.

These promises
in limbo now
are no less
and they are no more

They are only…
promises … unfulfilled