Two Promises

I will not die. You must know that.
I'll submit to the surgeon's knife,
And be bed-ridden, stuck at home
For weeks. Then I'll come back to you.
You shouldn't worry. I'll do both:
Remain alive, return to you,
But I am touched by your concern,
Doubly touched, as you are speaking
After all the months of silence, and
Your arms are holding me. Look up.
Look at me. I will live, and love you
So much when I'm back as I have,
And I do.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-01 at 23:13

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