Modern Romanticism

Deep in my past

Where horses ride

Over roadways and train tracks,

I fall away

Into memories

Full of the same shelter,

In how I gave love

To anyone else.

His arms

Brought my misfortune to fortune,

And in what I learned

Was that grief is but a symbol

To never grow beyond

To something diseased.

I have used all my ambition

To feel what I feel

When I am asleep

When I will close sheets around me,

And feel his warmth.

One face,

Two cheeks,

And three realms to kiss.

My father

Had for me

Everything I could keep

And never let go.