Love In Retrospect

Forever bound to that path,

Lost, broken, promises forgotten

Like a sacred lake dried

A long long time ago.

We were there, you and me

In a world now non-existent

Like things that went downhill,

Like the fallen grace of angels.

I look down on you

And I don’t know why.

I still do.

But the scar of humanity

Is much bigger than this.

Than our broken hearts,

Than our world falling apart.

I know you’re too proud to care,

And so is the devil.

Ain’t that some coincidence?

Fallen angel mimics the devil.

But, why do I care still?

Maybe because a poet’s heart never dies

Even if his muse cease to exist.

But, can there be poetry without a happy heart?

It seems, there could be.

Because a broken heart is still a heart

With a billion feelings tearing it apart.