Pinky Promise?

Caught in the curve of entwined fingers
behind your back
Are where promises
find themselves suffocated

These are what you have for me
You have brought fruit
and you have gathered flowers
whose petals vow your devotion
You will put them in my hair
You will drip saccharin on my tongue
You will dance with me

You will carry me on your back down the stairs
to stir chocolate in warm milk
You will read to me from the stack
lay a blanket out front
Bring sweets 
and bring temperate weather
Bring a promise of a new life
(redone)

But we are not pilgrims
I know the end
I've known it before
Time and again
Your fingers stay presssed
knuckles go white
"never letting go"

Getting drunk on memories
Stumbling through the present
And now the past is swinging
down the road where we raced bikes
pigtails we have to squint to see

You can't promise a memory