I take my place in the dark,
And your memory comes to me, unbidden.
To remember long-ago places,
Where memories lie,
Sleeping the sleep of the dead.
Where you offered me, as a man, a promise.
A promise of fates intertwined.
A promise of stolen kisses.
A promise of comfort in your arms.
A promise to sow seeds and wait for them to grow.
A realization that they never will.
And in the silence,
The spaces you leave,
From your empty promises,
Have their own things to say.
And I bury your memory again.