Promises

The wait is excruciating and humiliating

It tightens the stomach and blurs the vision

The evening is fading to give way

To the darkness of the night

The lights dim and the streets

They desert

No one will come knocking

At her door

The promises of love

Are like broken petals

Carried away by the wind through unknown lands

The intense pain does not subside

But pride is reborn and

Like a wounded tiger

Looking at the sky with pride

She swears to herself that... tomorrow...

She will use her master's lessons...

(my)

 

Done