The One Hundred Poem Promise

Assuming

The reminders are all

Locked into history

You forgot the moment

As it was.

The passion

The love.

You dismiss these

Things out of necessity.

You have tied yourself up

Bounded to a future

With new friends and family.

No longer braking.

And so I feel

The tide and the moon

Against a world that

Stirs for you.

Never haven revealed

Or received all of me

I wanted love

In it’s simplicity.

And now here is all

Of this

Long after the end

Where I begun to question

The nature of reality.