Modern Romanticism

Watch as the sun sets,

Watch as her eyes close

Against the sheltering sky,

As her remaining breath waters my eyes.

Watch as I loosen my grasp

To set her into the sea,

While my tears make the ocean move,

Among my sobs,

With a hurricane of grief.

I wanted her in the Earth,

In my heart,

Where a void rests,

Pulsating without reason,

Without excuse,

Without a need to move.

She falls to the sand, to the bottom

Of one pit of loneliness.

I see where her eyes closed,

I see where my light froze,

As I kneel to drink

Both tears and herself,

Where both had fallen.