Modern Romanticism

Nothing but the stray
pieces of commitment
keep you attached
to rosier sights.

They’re a mere memory
lasting longer,
than the pauses between
your breaths,
your heartbeats,
your thoughts.

Come up to thunder
before you miss it.
Here’s an afternoon
raining petals
over your bruised,
discolored shoulders.

Here’s a time to hope
without letting go
of what sparks can achieve
before you release them
to be on your leash.