As I remember
Flooding wails
Of bitterness to fill a cup,
A song for the days in which
Would never cease,
Harrowing me.
I wilted
As a singular petal,
Driving rain into sleet.
A thought to lose you
Among the loss of myself.
A becoming ruin.
Blood became ivory
On a slope, where nectar
Seemed to remain,
Of a rose
Where red was all to the stage
For set deception,
Sowing the sickness
Of a love, with no love.
I allow pain
With its surface
To enter memory’s puddles,
With great healing
To come undone
At the curve of Hell
In an iron heart,
Cold as the dust that settled.
Modern Romanticism 