Missing Promises

It was perhaps the rain drops

I cleaned from your lips

Instead of a kiss

When the evening breeze

Played with your hair

As I saw you leave

Promises behind

For youth makes believe

That time will always revisit

When silent promises are kept

Under the shade of a pine tree

Or in stony places

Under skies of passing rain

Drops, we wipe as if a name upon our lips

On lazy summer days

Hoping that we will find them again

Under other skies, in a new name

It was perhaps the way you said farewell

That got me closer to the rain drops

Upon your lips

Often kissed, without a name

To remember

For we had hoped we’ll find again

That short pine tree

Near the bluest sea

When your hair caught the breeze

And I told you to stay

But the breeze changed to tempest

And took us to faces new and pale

To cities of steel, to people of pain

And one August night

Without warning, we left again

Promises to lie

Where once promises were left

Near a tumultuous sea

A summer night, where we thought

We will always remain young

It was perhaps the single rain drop

I left upon your lip

To remind me of a kiss

And a promise

We left for others

To keep

(Date Unknown)

©Vahé Kazandjian, 2013