The fact of it all
Coiled around the chair
Slipped away like sand.
Promises made
Promises broke.
Little reminders of what fell
From the whirlwind of passion.
The fact of it all
Wrapped around
Someone else's hand
Fixed on a single finger.
The fact of it all
Oceans, states, mountains, lakes.
The cold wind,
Humid air,
Slipped around you.
Promises kept, promises spoke
Not kept I search.
The fact of it all.
Is buried in the truth.
Of the sage that burns on the hill.
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