Poem – “A Different Kind of Isolation” – Romance – 5/6/2020

Without thee,
I've committed to be
The lone man, with nothing to hold.

Can I hold a ghost, in these weary arms?
I cannot, though would love to
Weep for the first time.

I cannot, though would love to
Kiss a woman, again.
It would not be like the first.

I create stars for my tears,
For the universe to harvest their energy,
As I am in the sadness of knowing.

My blood stains
My latest grave,
My heart that has gone missing, not here to stay.

Love could not have gone far,
Love could not have broken its bars
That had caged it to destiny.

My love, can it be
That we've sworn ourselves to believe
In nothing more than false imagery?