Romance.

Romance: Our kind.
A dillydally little affair.
Ignited by a short lived desire,
Fuelled by a long living addiction.

Romance: We had it enough.
Enough to hold our bodies together
While our souls could go around the globe
Tour and detour,
Without the proximal end having a slightest idea of it.

Romance: We consented
Consented to keep it distal
Sifting through our emotions
Consenting against our hearts
To keep it neat,
Banal as it exists.

Romance we had it all when we lived.
Lampooning at us now
When it has come alive
When we finally ceased to live.