Modern Romanticism

Split upon the image

Of two destinies apart, from the other

In time.

I have loved a woman

Lost deep in a landscape,

A fire,

A bloody mire

That was as old as the tomb that shakes her form

Down to its core.

Love writes long passages

Etched on graves,

Bound up in twine

And rope,

For the life of us.

I blew kisses in her direction

Across an ocean,

Across an abyss,

Like love, nor life,

Nor I,

Ever held a meaning in her heart.