Walking Into Window Panes

You are part of my memory, therefore should I not keep you happy? Keep you safe and warm? Keep you alive through this hard times?

I took this one and only chance to come back to make things right. I will not fail you again...

I remember what you thought about, how you used to pour your heart to me.

What I promised and which promises that were broken.

I remember your joy, your sorrows and how you broke down in tears that night...

I remember how you were afraid of the dark, afraid of the loneliness that came along with shadows cast on the wall by the ceiling light...

I remember how you used to sing softly to the song playing on the stereo.

I remember meeting you the very first time. Seeing how your eyes filled with sorrow...And the waning sparkle of yearning and hope.

A sorrow that I came to understood and love.

Perhaps you know me not. But allow me a little doubt, that this is not the first time we have met.

You would have forgotten, the final promise that was etched in my soul. That I would come back one day again. And that I will never make any more promises, only prophesies....