Poem – “Fragile Bridges” – Modern Romanticism – 2/15/2022

Sounds: alarm, or
the forest that burns
to a gentle wind,
a breath of your bygone age.

Stone, heavy,
though the winds will break it.
Release tears.

A rock.
Close connection
that brings grace to open space.
Were you never embraced?

My love, –

I see where you walked,
danced upon the ruins,
the wet ashes.

Trickling streams,
numbing melodies.
A heart, a sad little rhythm
that fades
with the ingredient of time.

A winter’s age,
one frozen, barren page
you lifted and turned.

You want me to remember you,
while I cannot undo you.

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