A poem about friendship by David Tombale: Promises

Promises is a piece I wrote that reviews my relationship with the friends I've made over the years. In the end it might across as regret for the way time has shaped how some of these relationships evolved.

Promises

I have loved these things in moderation

from early days to withered age as if the

seasons had told me all, of the passing glory

of those summer days, of baking heat and

violent joy, of yellows, greens and purples

that inset themselves behind these eyes

like the curves around a fallen oak

There are screaming trucks that scare the birds and

whooping cries from pre pubescent lungs coated

gray and black by the cherry red of these after

meal cigarettes

It all looks so new to me flipping through

pictures of us in these Instagrams,

too much pollen and beer cans crushed by us and

in the wake of it, in the midst, sitting somewhere

behind us she waves, a vivid figure there to remind us

that some promises do fade.