promise me

here was our pinky promise:
we would take good care of ourselves.
maybe they hadn’t,
but we cheered to a new beginning, my friend.

I know —
we ran for miles,
and everytime we settled,
they burnt down our houses.
we ran for another hundred,
hand by hand,
hoping to find
a sunset that turns our hearts into a shrine,
where we beg for its forgiveness.

we went ea…