But Never Kept
“One has to have faith. Things will turn out better.”
“Look at how far we’ve come” she said, her large, dark eyes seeming to stare into his soul, almost making promises, like her words. And reflecting on what she’d said, despite the allure of her almost smile, he thought, but did not say, “… but only the good die young, they always have and seemingly always will. And the world, getting better? Where? When?”
She noticed his silence and if not a frown, the fact that he did not smile.
“Anyway” she said, “it’s not your responsibility, not even your problem. We’re well and that’s what matters. We’re here, we’re together, and ….” She left the rest unsaid.
Her promises were always unsaid and though, not even quite implied, utterly clear.
But never kept.
© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2016; all rights reserved