Promise

Two tables down the elderly couple sits

waiting for their meal, they are content with one another

quietly chatting, smiling, and holding hands across the table

This table is silent

A couple, grasping at straws by spending time with one another 

Doing what they should

Hands in their lap, uncomfortably discussing the decor

The elderly woman shifts, struggling to stand

Her husband rushes to her side, using his strength to lift his fragile wife

He guides her coat onto her shoulders, and they share a swift kiss

Arm in arm, they walk into the frigid air

Its cold in this restaurant

and I could use your arms around me, 

but they are so far away

And they seem just fine without me

Take another sip, closing my eyes

I try not to think about the promise

"I will always hold your hand"