We remain, like promises
made never broken,
vows in the silence of children's hearts.
Every time you forget us
Is a lie stained grey from white.
You used to think we
were imaginary, until
there was silence without voices
but -- what isn't?
I was real for you once when
you had nothing else to hold to.
Then you turned to the TV, to your gods,
to other friends not your first, and you
are lost enough in that world to wonder
how I could hate you now
even a little? You broke my heart
before I was aware I had
one to break.