Cross My Heart

Yesterday I trailed the others around the park, you clasping my hand in both of yours, hard, as if I were Jack and you my Rose. You shook, I held you close, You stared into my eyes, asking, and I promised to keep you safe. Today I find out you have a boyfriend who apparently, according to you, is the greatest thing since sliced bread. In that case, I’ll be the toaster; set me to “Burn to a crisp”. You look at me, searching, I nod calm clearance, but secretly I’m waiting ‘till he hurts you, so I can swoop in and save you, like Superman. Thanks for ruining bread for me. Tomorrow you’ll fret and distress, how he’s nothing you even wanted, and wonder if I was ever serious. You’ll look at me, hoping, and I’ll smile back, not because you asked me to, or I wanted to, but because I promised.