Poem – “As Close as I could get” – Modern Romanticism – 1/8/2022

Dirtied rose
painted by misfortune.
A sun and a moon
between the stained clouds
brandishing their discontent,
watching from afar,
loving from a distance.

I kept holding
while you wept, slipping
from the tears in your hands.
Your tragic eyes
saw the skies,
while I waited for the burning caress
closest to the warmth of a morning.

Standing or sitting.
Never laying
near or within your grave,
while these eyes
viewed each path go on ahead,
as this was as close
as I could get.

Not your hand,
not your skin
ever rubbed against mine
like the way you embrace the earth,
as though begging me to return
to your side. 

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