A faded promise

"I will fulfill my promise" - Yes

I have also heard this

Yes - I have also done this

I had also made a promise

I was also sincere

Time changes

Destiny plays

Blooming flowers wither

Blank papers turn yellow

Time keeps moving

The moment in which the promise is made

It also slips away

Yes - we had also done it

Time keeps moving at its own pace

The made promise still echoes in the ears

But you are not here, nor am I

Nor that moment in which the promise was made

What is the importance of a promise now?

Why a promise?

Why do we make promises after all?

Zee~