i'm grown up now
say in my 50's
with more grey hairs,
in my moustaches as well.
i'm grown up too
in my 60's, i
still look pretty
that i used to be.
i'm getting old
with freckles in my face
and wrinkles in my neck
do you remember?
i still recall when
you told me one rainy day
'when the rain stops come and visit me.'
and you nodded,
'i will come to visit you.'
i still remember when
you told me one cold night
when men came firing
and took the loot,
'i will come back to you.'
i still recall when we
were held by men
who pretended they were friends,
you said 'i will come when they're asleep.'
but you were like
the rest of them -
that dismantled me in my sleep, or
the one that promised -
promises you never kept?
