13:13 Petrified Forest

Petrified Forest.

Our love cannot exist, ever or forever.
All tears are possibilities.
All tears are love,
both unrequited and consummated.
Each verse of dead poetry,
each line of legal authorization
speaks to an entitlement eternal;
of bliss or damnation.

My heart. My revenant flesh;
a forest long dead–
petrified, putrified, puerile and prolonged.

Until that instance. The moment
just in time when I saw your face,
streaked with smiling tears. When we
met in an incomprehensible intersection,
between our lost souls, where you could
inspire eternal joy and I could enable it
with eternal oblivion.