Departure

Stoically, silently, stupidly - 
little time to start a revolution -
 my heart grinds, as if mechanically.

Gears turn - a glorious initiation. Eyelids flutter like a broken floodgate. Torrents of tears burst - asphyxiation.

Smothered by heavy emotions too late, the gasoline heart spills out what it means, 
“goodbye, love. Two years, you will have to wait.”

The ferry beckons me, a war machine. I am flesh, I can emote, I feel time on heaven’s clock almost striking thirteen,

but all I see is your beauty, sublime; all I imagine are wedding day chimes.