do promises disappear rather than break?

tell me, how long do promises last?

are they meant to sit in stone,

permanent reminders of life and passion

like headstones on the foot of our beds.

or do they die along with the love they sprung from?

we haven't spoken in months.

you have a girlfriend and i have myself.

yet still, i sit here confused,

pondering the words you spoke to me,

the promise you made,

and wondering if that promise will ever come to fruition.

you told me if we each had 5 weeks to live,

we'd escape to iceland

and live on the water

and go ice hole fishing off the coast of greenland.

we'd have a house in Vík.

you'd finish that novel you'd been working on,

giving me paragraphs to illustrate as i sat at my easel by the window.

we'd listen to your favorite ska tracks and 50's records until we had each beat in sync with our hearts and our hearts would be in sync with each other.

my wit and your intellect would marry upon those chilly waters.

and we'd live our final weeks in blissful mediocrity,

as you said.

i still wonder if this is our future.

if this promise surpasses our quieted lips.

because now you've made me long for the day i have 5 weeks to live,

and i don't want that to be in vain.