Promises
His breath was warm on your cheek,
warm
and human.
He swayed with you.
Hands draped around your waist,
foreheads touching,
eyes lidded.
The sky was dark,
but for those strange lights,
high above the Arby's.
He laughed,
slowly,
quietly.
You understood.
The night was beautiful.
He was beautiful.
The world
was quiet.
He took your hands,
gazed at them
as if they-
you-
held the secrets to the universe.
It wasn't true
but you loved him for it.
He murmured something, then.
Something about life
and love
and eternity.
You understood.
Your promises were quiet
but he heard
and knew.
You wouldn't leave him.
Never again.