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 comfort of
a morning.

Standing or sitting.

Never laying near 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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