Jude Conlee's Poem-A-Day
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
97. It Shouldn't Be a Promise
It never mattered how many
times you could
repeat my name, nor how
many times I came upon hearing, but
it mattered
how
you
said it, whether I came willingly
or as a promise is kept,
and whether or not
any of this was right.
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