The Promise

I’m looking at you

like it’s the first time,

although we’ve met before

in a past life;

before centuries

of pain and strife.

I want to say so much

but I can’t hide

that I’m choking up

on the inside.

I let you down,

but I will make it right.

This is my promise:

I’m never letting go of your hand.

This my promise:

I will forever hold you

in my arms.

Up to my last breath

I’ll keep you

safe from harm.

Remove your armor

and leave it outside;

I know you’re scared to death,

so am I, but

we didn’t come this far

to cower and hide.

We will reunite

in a next life,

and hand in hand we’ll bask

in the sunlight,

like partners

in the most

perfect crime.

This is my promise:

I’m never letting go of your hand.