Modern Romanticism

During that night,
we lost our right
to be fair,
to linger where
our faces freeze,
our hearts dance.

Recalling it,
there’s a road
where bitterness
took the fast lane
to embed pain.

A solid step
out the same door
brought us
to the same place
we never left.

Crippled by insecurity
for the turn
we never took.

By risking it,
in the moment,
we already lost it.

A criminal’s history
creates a package
of lifelong agony.
We were shooting
for what floods the way
to horrid days.