Promisses made, never been kept,

Deep in the tree, names carved go wasted,

When people need wood for the fire,

When God needs you as His angel…

Remember how we promised to change the world?

I’m struggling, B.

Don’t know if it’s worth it.

And you’re not here to help.

Forever grateful,

Eternally yours,

My heart is still full

of your promisses…

See you soon, my friend.