The unbreakable vow

You're too young
for a one so old,
childish in a way,
when you had me,
asked to copy
the vague words
formed by your lips,
to seal,
the rotten, ripen treasure
that break lose,
smells faintly
one afternoon
out of your own,
very peculiar version
of clumsiness,
I just guffawed
proving my instinct
was right
as you were caught
assuming,
then you'd insist again
to play your game.
You're my confidant,
you whisper,
and i'm afraid,
ever had any idea
what it means?
clueless, not until,
bell rings,
chased by the
unmoved creature
that frightens the
moon,
leaving,
the pact made
on an empty
bench.