when I wasn’t looking
White rectangle with words that trembled across the page, as if whoever wrote them couldn’t keep their hand steady
Blue ink bleeding into the fibers, "You’ll drive farther than you think."
Nothing else
No name
No explanation
No way to answer back
Made me think about Leah; she called after dark
Her voice bubbled through the speaker, asked what I’d bring her from Dubai
"Something that catches light," she said
I told her I’d find something perfect
Another promise I can’t keep. I collect them like parking tickets
I do this all the time. Swearing this time will be different
Then life happens. I get busy. I make excuses
The note got me thinking though. Maybe I really will drive farther than I think. Maybe those promises don't have to stay broken
Maybe it’s time to stop collecting broken promises and start keeping them
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