January second

Two thousand and six

Can't forget

One

Single

Detail

Of the way you

Looked at me

And the way you were

Loving me

When you whispered my name

And you whispered your promise

That you loved me

Then you kissed me...

And I promised it back

Because I truly believed that

I did

But promises

Were meant to be broken

Or is that the rules?

My mistake

Either way

Break it I did

Into so many pieces

That I'm having trouble

Putting it back together again...