Vivid blood seeping, keeping one from weeping.
Pumping through lines uneven in roads of uncertainty.
Fallen graces met by pale faces.
Caught in a universe of tomorrows.
Yesterday was said to come but was forgotten.
The present fleeting and though broken tears bear heart, it was a call for love.
Attentions met like a ghost, shaken and disturbed.
Interest lost as one could see hands crossed, eyes apart.
A dying breed spoken by the romantic poets.
Laying on the ceiling hoping to keep falling in love.
Thoughts keeping a moving mind with a body numb afloat.
Where is the heart that was once given?
Simple words spread to single letters as a response.
The coupled emotions blocked.
Searching with reason what caused such a change.
Names of stories written.
Distance and time cast as voyages stretched.
The blood drawn with a heavy heart.
Now we reside sinking, trying to hold on to memories.
Can we still hear its voice, the call, is it lost…love…