Modern Romanticism

Waiting for you
to extinguish this flame,
though I am not concerned
where I am walking towards.

I am leaving droplets
of wax, fallen and free
from Heaven’s lies.

Give your noose over,
gracefully knotted,
as it is all I ever lost.

A liquified kindness,
in the form of a kiss
brings back your memory.

A phantom, a fading light
as a hand upon a shoulder,
presses my knees into earth,
to recall your tragic birth.

You entered this Hell
formed as naked arms,

as you left to become dust
sealed within crevices
of a heart, turned to rust.