Promise of a Gift - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Promise of a Gift

A promise of a gift
Made in confidence.
She’s never told anyone
About it and has
Never seen it
Become reality.

Fading away into
Memory,
Immaterial,
A gesture lost to time,
Obscured by
Secrecy.

Once in a while
She wonders
What it all meant
And whether it
Ever even
Existed.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer