I've Left A...

I've Left A...

I've left a promise
over a chair,
waiting to be picked up
and used

I've left a dream
tied to a railing
fluttering in the wind
before flying
along the streets

I've left a hope
in the closet,
in a hanger, neatly,
something to be
taken out

I've left a passion
on the floor,
waiting to be
put away and
forgotten
about