her personal charon

Even if she forgets my name I'll be standing there, her personal Charon

You wanna hear about promises?
The declarations of love that mean so damn much when the ink hits the paper, that glorious second between knowing something in your heart and watching it come to life.
I told her I would be waiting there, after everything happens and time runs out I would be there standing in the boat, waiting.
Me and the river styx, in a rocking boat and holding unto the memories of life and lies and love.
It takes a poet to say something so stupid and sappy, to tell a girl who doesn't even know the meaning of existence that you'll be there at the end of it.
It was a stupid promise, born of weakness and a loose mind, but I'll honor it. Even if she forgets my name I'll be standing there, her personal Charon.
And when she looks into my face what will I expect?
Horror?
Love?
More likely a blank expression, it's too often we forget our own reapers.