A scene of dry, barren lands,
stretched between us
is all that remains
of a never quite forgotten memory.

A young man fleeing
from every unrequited love,
but those, too,
were misperceived.
He's trying to bury his secrets
before they're uncovered,
but he didn't dig deep enough first.

The cemetery for pasts
that were buried too shallow.
A dark painting,
and it's etched into my mind.
Too many lives are lost
among the epitaphs here.

A little girl with inadequate responses
that were never quite enough.
With shovel in hand, she digs,
unearthing just one or two broken promises
and just one or two more broken hearts.


You promised.

You promised. (It's too late now.)

You promised
and you lied,
but I just kept making music,
even though no one was dancing anymore.