Our love created an oubliette,
an obscene set of circumstances,
a structured note,
through awkward glances,
while love disputes,
the trial begins,
branching from the pressures underneath the wind,
weeding out the seems of existence,
a relative reminder despite the distance,
infused with various logical standings,
amazing,
how I once devoured your love as if it was candy,
a clearing cavity,
filling with consistency of you,
creating a density of numerical issues,
a visual,
imagination of when you were around,
not simply arguing but,
begging for the crown,
a desperation to simply see your smile,
all the while,
we determine its worth,
an emotional blessing is a neurological curse,
as we initiate,
a little bite of a massive portion,
creating a physical barrier through mental distortion,
to accomplish the curious future,
its imperative,
to extend the last,
to place two hands in the moment,
we have to step foot in the past.
