I’ll always remember:
Our last kiss, six weeks broken up;
Brick walls, for months at least.
The love that your eyes give away,
and the occasional laugh you can’t hold back.
“Do you think we’ll ever be friends?” I ask.
You reply “I hope so.”
Your everyone else voice
and how it softens after a few minutes.
Your smile, a little sad,
as our sons wave and call out “Bye Daddy.”
The promises on your left arm
and the ones you wrote on my heart.