I think about the word ‘promise’
and what it means.
it becomes a strength.
But unkept promises look like
that page of a book
which is folded from the corner,
reminding you to return to that page.
In due course, it’s abandoned.
The fold doesn’t harm the book in any way
but leaves an untidy imprint.
Whenever you happen to open the book again,
Its where the care was forgotten
where it left an unignorable, lasting effect.