The First sliver

Did you really promise eternal love?
Or was it a farce in the name of it?
Do you remember the promises,
and the thousand times we forever-ed.
Or did you forget them as well,
as you wished the Ninety-fifth day.

But People change, their hearts falter,
promises break, and buried along.
So when you walk down,
and look back to it again.
Little broken statues and large empty castles remain,
memory blocks of my craving soul.
As empty as their life,
and as hollow your love.

If only we lived as we'd dreamt,
if only I was I and you, You!