Ignite. Bright light
carries debris past this
past. One awakening
sun can tear our shelter
down, these walls to
shake under a range of
forgotten emotions.
You live near me.
You age, while decaying
next to me. You were
buried with another heart,
that stopped moving.
When we touch,
explore a world that
carries no crutch.
One last letter
burned into a letter,
detailing our history.
One more teardrop
to describe a darkness,
before we turn
towards all that we
ever churned.
Modern Romanticism 