The Promise We Never Kept

The Promise We Never Kept

Arman Rashid 

I remember the day we wrote our names on the old tree,

the sun shining bright on the promises we made.

You smiled, and I believed everything you said,

thinking time would stay with us forever.

We shared dreams in quiet nights,

our hands touching, hearts beating fast.

We thought forever was something we could hold,

but seasons changed, and the wind grew cold,

taking away the warmth we did not notice.

Messages went unread,

laughter faded like smoke in the air.

I walked the paths we once walked together,

but the bridges we built were gone.

I wanted to reach you,

to remind you of what we promised,

but silence became our way,

and distance became our cage.

I remember all the moments that slipped away,

like sand in our hands,

like stars that shone and disappeared.

The world moved on,

and we were left in the shadow of “what if.”

I still feel the weight of that promise,

even when I try to forget.

It is a stone in my chest,

a beat I cannot stop,

a story written only I can read.

Sometimes I wonder if you feel it too,

that ache of something unfinished,

the ghost of a promise

between the spaces of our lives.

And yet, I forgive us.

I forgive the fear, the mistakes, the broken words.

We were only human,

holding forever like it was ours to keep.

But here is the truth we never said:

The promise was never in words,

it was in hearts that dared to love

even when the world had stopped listening.

And if one day the wind carries your name to me,

I will let it go—like a leaf falling into forever.