Poem – “To the End of you” – Modern Romanticism – 12/15/2021

Still-rain,
wiping your drive from
the eastern route.
Enter mourning
with the tears frozen on an encased
face, falling expressionless.

Count you, follow after
the needle can thread a wound
together, in the night,
after everything received sight.

In love, within you.
Bleeding to a distant current,
abstracting you.

What keeps
the sunlight beyond the sunset?
We wrap, while we entrap.

Arms have yearned
more than eyes,
more than lips
could fall upon the flesh for taste.

To the end of a mile,
where tears are wetted in bitterness.
A smile
did no more to save
than our solemn realization
to find love depraved.

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