Modern Romanticism

We sleep in graves

Shrouded by something like petals,

Offered to us.

We kiss

Only the soil above us,

Among raining tears,

From Heavens that share our grief.

Will we still plead

To God, above,

To offer us love?

I am plentiful in my sadness,

You were, with your smile upon a twitching face,

The woman who held gladness

For but a while,

In a thudding heart.

Two faces apart,

Two graves apart,

Two stones apart,

Just apart,

Never together,

Because, nothing else did matter

Save for the few seconds we had,

Under heavy moons and faded quilts,

We called to be forever.