fray, sir

he that promises must pay // a promise is a debt

I have been looking for you for a while, he said, mo righ with a salt-pepper beard and blue-grey eyes.

Let’s just wrap round each other and have another hour, he whispered into the ether of my mind.

Tangled up in make-believe against our secluded beach, and caffeinated sunrise.

I promise we will hear each other, I’m ready to share life.

Words, he kisses into a billowing wind.

He beckons our future with a free and open will, manifesting adventures for an us,

At the precipice of imagination, his loyalty swings.

I thought it was my song you gave to him, but it was swathes of hollow words and empty hymns.