Saying Goodbye
Part II
Vows
written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)
@hemmingplay
I was 21 the day we made it official,
but had really taken my vows
long before.
Before I proposed
on April Fools Day
and she said ‘yes.’
Long before that night
I first saw her in the
moonlight.
And like two fools,
we thought that was fine.
But vows are merciless things,
You won’t listen to reason,
they know,
with your eyes full of hunger
for each other’s
bodies
and your ears full
of music and laughter
and dreams.
It’s easy to make promises
when you
don’t know all that will be asked of you,
the blood and the bone and the griefs—
the fine print of a life together
inked in powdered gold
and blood—
But that’s when we make them,
as children, really.
When we made them.
The truth unfolds,
bit by bit,
day by day.
What we learned yesterday
let us get used to what happened today.
We find out
where we’re weak
and where strong.
Testings tell us whether
we’re someone people
can count on.
But you never learn these things
unless
you have solemnly vowed,
and keep the promises
made in lust and giddiness,
hope and ignorance.
There are some lessons
we find out only
along a long trail,
until your feet are worn
as thin as paper
and the dust of the road is a
new skin.
Vows are merciless things,
but sometimes they
keep us from taking
easy outs.
- Epilogue - May 2, 2020
- A Morning - April 10, 2020
- Giving Back, Reluctantly - March 20, 2020