promises linger...
like shiny a shiny penny
-frozen under the last icy puddles

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under the sun that glints;
like cold steel

-against a solemn tombstone.

all thats left of a man;
a father
...lover
.....son

is a mold-covered headstone.
dead roses wilted in mid-bloom.
grace the ghost of what was

with the rot of memory.
sweet with regret.

"Promise you won't forget me, no matter what"

the sheild brakes,
and it takes you a moment of dissapointment
- to realize its cold and rusty

to old to matter.

and you throw it right back;
swimming is abandonment.

what good are pennies anyway?