Poem – “Forgetting what to Write” – Romanticism – 2/4/2021

This dire veil
Above my eyes,
Throws off my tears
Into greater puddles
Than the mere oceans.

When you are
Never here,
I grow an extra hand
To stretch from its trembling twins.

When you are
Always here,
A thin tide erases the current
Frame of broken memories.

Simmering winds,
Flaming egos,
I want to love with freedom,
Though I drown with contemplation.

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