Absent in mind.
Absentminded, in dividing
portions of a heart.
Forgetfulness. In a time,
where life moves underground,
I gave that great reward
to a soft pair of lips.
Her hair, parted down
directions that never mattered.
Her fingers, sent towards
serrations upon a road.
Devotion sweeps a field
full of dust.
Move this space ahead,
for my eternal dread.
I cannot keep leaving
love to wrap fingers
around a morose serenity.
Life has been all
bleak answers given,
while graves reach out
to take back.
Eroded smiles. Smooth eyes
that see our next universe
full of black against
a weeping white.
Where will you walk
on those marked stones?
I have carried a porcelain frame
to keep you, beyond discolored
stains. Settled in,
while watered within.
Tears keep flowing
towards faraway exits.
Fears trail inside rivers
running upon these
reworded loose leaves.
Modern Romanticism 