Modern Romanticism

How we have instigated,
intimidated our own,
leveled each other, down to our
foundations, with nothing more
for sentiment nor sensations.

I clung deep to our light,
though here I’m wading in
the depths of an infertile ocean,
going blank in this mind
that carried on our kind.

We were lovers, going gray
with vapor that exited our lungs.
Trails were giving us sails,
though nothing kept us moving.
We pulled at hair, yanked at hands,
but neither of us could land
beneath those thunderclouds.

I am sinking into unending thought,
shallowness and doubt.

I am hearing a heartbeat,
against the waves,
among a lifeless crowd.

I am thinking we weren’t ever here,
aging beyond our years,

while still finding each other
the most beautiful, among another.