Breaking a Vow

I am able to do
what I promised,
what I told you that
day when the sun pressed
through the cracks in the wall
like lemon rind.
I can do as I whispered
that night in a cavern of a room,
submerged in antique silence.
But I don’t want to anymore.
The moments, the extremes of texture,
have passed,
trailing a veil of bones,
a sigh of ashes.
Leaving me behind.

– Valentina Cano

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