This Love Of Ours Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

Love's partition.
A mathematical statement in cognition.

Bellowed by the arms of turmoil,
Drenched in asphalt oil.

Darkened as obsidian.
Since when did this begin to feel foreign?

A flowing river,
That meets no trickle by the touch of laughter.

Constant definition of trying.
With momentarily soft tears of crying.

Time is being eaten.
The clock's chime is unforgotten.

A questionable path,
Once an assertive hath.

Wanting that again which has been lost.
Sure does come with a cost.