A Promise Forgotten Poem, by Kurt Philip Behm, at My poetic side

Are you the hero of your own

dime novel

Are you the toy at the bottom

of the cracker jacks box

Are you the name on the wall

of the public bathroom

Are you the saline solution

they use to detox

Are you that groove in the record

that repeats over again

Are you a promise forgotten

carried off by a friend

Are you a serial spectator

whose ticket’s not punched

Are you a banquet disaster

in search of your lunch

Is your mirrored reflection

left empty and cold

Is the one option left you

—forlorn but foretold

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

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