Today I paid a visit to an obscure, neglected grave,
where lies interred the remains of a promise,
that could not be acknowledged while you breathed.
If I knew the language of the undone and unspoken
I might have found the key to set this promise free.
This could never happen until you passed away,
as the revelation of our contract would unearth
the shameful truth regarding our bond of secrecy.
I was bound to hold this promise and never air the lie.
A broken life was mine to live, instead of certain death.
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