Patience with an empty promise

He swore to me as he left,
that I would always be the one,
that no matter how far apart we were,
I would always be second to none.

Still I felt my heart breaking,
as I watched him start his journey,
I thought of all the times he'd said,
"we'll make it" and that he loved me.

I sat on my own for 2 whole years,
waiting for the day he'd say,
"don't worry darling, won't be long now,
I'm coming, I'm on my way"

It took a painfully long time,
and a life's worth of tears,
to finally admit to myself,
that he forgotten me over the years.

Many years later,
he remembered my face,
he smiled to himself,
and felt his heart race.

At the same moment,
I looked up to the moon,
and a tear trickled down my cheek,
hoping he'd come for me soon.

~ This poem is dedicated to my darling. Please don't let my prediction come true!