Promise me that you’ll get it for me.

You’re going out, I know you can remember me while you’re gone.

Promise me that you’ll say it for me.

You’ll see her there, maybe you’ll see her face in mine.

Promise me that you’ll remember to say goodnight before you go.

You’re going to sleep, but I’ll lay awake if you don’t.

Promise me to remember when I tell it.

You’re going to hear me, after all; eyes wide and pleading for you to look.

Promise me to hug me today.

You’re going to forget today, but maybe tomorrow.

and I promise I’ll kiss you tonight.

A featherlight touch on the lips, so invisible sometimes you’ll wonder if I’m real.

Then; you’ll wake up and you’ll feel so lucky. I’m right there, and you can hold my porcelain skin and we can kiss like lovers do, under the streetlights like born of paint.