I stood inside the kitchen
by the sink staring outside
the glass window at the
fallen leaves beneath a
sea of forgotten trees,
autumn breezes whispering
quietly in the air, as the
words of your love faded
away from my soul. The rose
petals were dying in a river of
discolored dreams, lifeless stems
were frozen and choking, a broken
dimension sinking in stained memories.  
And as I wiped my fingers across the
surface of the stained-glass window,
secluded shadows jaded and hazy,
faceless and breathless, my heart
longed to break away from your dungeon.
Still, there was the screaming question
pounding inside my brain, unanswered
diction lingering in the falling rain.
Why do I keep chasing after distant love?