I Promise

For Rebecca

Hey, I'm cool I promise,
I wont think about you anymore,
I wont sit upon my telephone,
I wont stare longingly at the door.

I wont stay up late just thinking,
Or thumb through our photographs,
I wont smoke endlessly pining,
I wont think of us and laugh.

I'll make this poem my last about you,
And I wont expect it to be read,
I promise my friend, I promise,
Our meaningless memories are dead.

So if you see me looking sombre,
Or hear my whispers in the skies,
Pretend you heard me promise,
That I'm over you alright?


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