He asked her to promise;
“I can’t do that…”
She rarely could.
“I will be though.”
He could accept that;
she just wasn’t feeling well.
She’d feel better eventually.
He just hated to see her suffer.
He asked her to promise.
She only nodded.
She had before.
Could she still keep that promise?
He was still afraid;
She had many times before and kept it,
but she was getting worse.
Would she be able to continue to keep that promise?
He asked her to swear,
on everything and everyone,
Could she still be there each morning,
trying to roll out of bed for class when her light shined brightly in her eyes?
Could she still be there each afternoon,
sending him tidbits of knowledge picked from her notes that he might find interesting?
Could she still be there each night,
tossing the blankets over him with gentle lullabies and whispered words?
She didn’t know.
She swore to put his mind at ease,
forced a smile,
Though so bad…
How long had it been?
“It comes and goes; you know that.”
Had it ever been?
She repeated, “goes” in her thoughts.
She wasn’t sure it would go this time…
She was afraid,
or did she hope,
it would finally take her—
silencing the little song bird’s chirping for the last time.