Promises made

Yesterday’s goals,
dim memories.
Dark saddened eyes,
blurring with tears.
Painful scars borne;
Love’s history.
Futures crumble when doubt appears.
No brightly lit hope envisioned,
When following after harsh words.
Hurt soul splits in twain,
partitioned.
Swooned by appeal - when numbness lured.
Apologies made,
never bought.
Price paid turned out far too costly.
Though never known what would be wrought -
Must walk into the night softly.
One wish,
only to be released.
Granted -
now receive this token.
Words written in rhyme,
love’s deceased.
When promises made . . . were broken.