Last page poem

I’ve a drawer full of promisesyou made to me.Sequin edged cardsthat glow in the dark,emails gold tingedfrom the ends of the earth.I’ve a hole in my heartwhere your words have engrainedthe seed of you.I’ve silver tipped pearlsand amethyst pledgedwith the feel of your skin:your eyes that caught minefrom the edge of a room.Games that we playedare lost to us nowwith the sweat that we sharedand the death of you.I challenged the starsand searched for a truthto fit with your wordsa place we both knewthe song of first bird,your hand neat in mine:simple requests that you wouldbe there the time that it takesto rebuild a life.I’ve a drawer full of promisesyou made to me: a watch from Karachia goose downed duvetthat keeps me warm for you.A head full of memoriesa hole in my heartas big as the moonwhere the seeds of your loveare engrained in me.