never be DRUNK when making promises or at least never be the SOBER one to listen to some

a friendly reminder to anyone who can be the drunken drool or the sober fool

a promise was made in a drunken state

“i’m walking away”, said she

“no, please! listen to me”, convinced he

“i don’t see any more reasons to stay”, rebutted she

“look! i’m drunk and finding a way”, said he

hurt, shocked, disappointed. lost. confused., anyway, “go on”, responded she

“i will be there to woosh your worries and doubts of me away

i will prove i am worth the trust as long as you let us stay

i will be there a thousand times every day

because we have a lifetime ahead of us, anyway”

these were the words that he made her sway

“it might take a lifetime for me, despite this, do you really think you can stay?”, asked she

“a price i am willing to pay. this i promise for you and me”, replied he

“alright, forever i might be like this

my broken trust, into thousands of pieces it splits

the broken glass i am fixing

forever it will need some mending

a day will come it might appear whole and secure

but the cracks will always be visible

like scars that never get healed

a terrible disease i won’t be able to cure

days will be like this from now on, i am sure.” explained she

“this all will be like a walk in the park as long as you are with me

our lifetime ahead is what i have to earn back what was meant for me

remember, my glass you once shattered too”, responded he

“oh! i didn’t know this was how it is supposed to be”, rebutted she

“mine was of a different story, but wait a minute

what i did compared to yours, are you seriously equating it?

moving forward we cannot, if this is how it’s gonna be”, continued she

“alright, forget i said it and forgive me”, pleaded he

long the night did that talk lasted

the last train had bolted

the quiet night of a bustling tokyo life was what to her indifferent eyes reflected

to stay out in the cold was the choice she never opted

to sleep those tired crying eyes and off in the morning was what she decided

at the earliest of the morning, off his bed he arose

searching the room, peeking looking on the floor

then, to the other side of the bed which wide floor she could be

checked the bathroom, too, but not even her shadows there to see

“ooh boy, did she dare flee?”

the panicked in his eyes, in the mirror in that one big corner was reflecting

how large was the bed. a size for a king

yet she didn’t spend the night there, boy did it not sting

the sad terror in his eyes she was observing

an expensive suite he was renting

too much of a space for a couple on the brink of breaking

behind the corner he found her, a phone call was made hoping she’d not go away

hearing his mother was the main reason she decided to give the relationship another day

fours months had passed and that’s how long all his promises would last

four months passing and it had been six months in his counting

“it’s been six months and you still acting like it happened yesterday’, gaslighted he.

“what the heck did he just say?

where tbe fuck is his the-price-i-have-to-pay?

is my asking now too much for why we have survived till today “, asked she

“wait a minute”, thought she, “is that really what i am here for anyway?”

months did not go by without this exchange at least once a month since that February

nine months since that night and she managed to ask herself finally, “was he really the drunken drool or was i just the sober fool?”

“but seriously, was any of what he had to say enough to really convince me had my mind been set the opposite way?

“yes, such an effort he exerted to persuade me, yet, it was still my decision at the end of the day”

just another thing lingering in my mind. now, off it goes out of mind so it makes me feel awful no more.

marymancee ✨✨✨ // November 5, 2023