Promises were made……worthless repeated words spewing from mouths with no intent….nothing genuine…..false hopes……just bar-room chatter……I’ll give you the moon…..I’ll make love to you every night…we’ll be happy….just like peas and carrots with a honey butter glaze………. these things we dream…..

And talk goes away……actions committed…..love’s labors lingered…..or….was it ever love at all……maybe just two old queens playing house…..with a dog……a remodeled kitchen…. cocktail parties on Oscar night…..the bar was always stocked…..the table set at seven….

Calls waited for became less and less……flowers fewer…..old movies at midnight…..just put your lips together and blow…..

Twenty years gone,…………..He said,……….. Nothing is sure……………not even a lover’s hand…..