Modern Romanticism

I've cried, while waving
burning white flags,
deciding in the morning
that this place had been
perfect, for me to
express to you.

I've been down, upon these
broken hands and knees.
I have kept going
to find you at those crossroads,

but you look uncertain,
as if I've missed something.

Just to love you,
I'll bring back
those stars, from that
previous settling night.
If that means to
attract you back,
I'll wait for you to begin,
as you remain hidden.

I'll wait for you to appear
from within those cracks,
those surfacing tears.

Just to love you,
I'll keep myself resigned
to unpredictable signs.