Promise

All our jokes and late nights

And driving home in the rain

Phone calls and guitars and reading out loud

Because you just wanted to hear the sound of my voice

When you broke our sweet promise

I held on hoping we would come back to life

It seemed so much more likely than me coming back to life

But my magic spells

That worked on me

Couldn’t work on us

So I counted my days of the dead

Firmly on my chest

Decorated with crushed flowers

That gave no scent

I never expected the miracle

Of seeing my translucent bones

Grow back

Smooth and iridescent like sea shells

And my dress

Burn green

So now I walk slowly through the town

And come back to life