I promise to hold your hand forever and for always
I promise to hold your hand through the good and the bad times
. . .
Are you still holding my hand?
I promised to hold it, didn’t I?
. . .
Why did you left my hand?
I could barely feel my hand after a while.
I will hold your other hand if you want me to.
No. I don’t want the inconveniencing on my other hand
But you promised to hold my hand through the good and the bad times.
That was before I understood what it would feel like to be held down for the rest of my life.
But we promised.
I can hold you wherever else you want me to.
I don’t want to be held anymore.
But you promised.
I just don’t love you anymore.