Modern Romanticism

What’s silent for you
has been loud for me,
because I am screaming
for these tears
to reverse their tide,
for these years
to tell me why.

You were one more angel
evicted from Heaven,
sent into the heart
of one who called for one
to accept a vow.

I have been tempted,
seduced from a cry
that rolled down arms
that trembled,
that were held out.

I am shielding whimpers,
like I had done for you,
listening to them echo
from the thin cracks
between fingers.

I cannot remember when
the last time I cried
for anyone, for anything
other than someone
I cannot forget.