Roman Empire

You’re my Roman Empire.

My only one and true desire. I try to let you go, but it doesn’t work that way. I guess my heart can’t take it, to have you far away. We met in Rome, the feeling is still there. It’s difficult to describe, but you can feel it in the air. My heart is racing, my thoughts are chasing, … Oh, how cute it is to see you this city still embracing.

The gods like to play tricks on us. I’m tired of playing along, but you seem not to care the ride on the bus. Now you’re flying to Rome, without me by your side alone. Quiet with pride and some new guide, you’re shining in the light, while I’m still wondering if i should follow you out in the dark night.

Do you think it would be right?

Do you still see me standing there? Do you keep these memories somewhere? Or have you forgotten our moments together, standing in the warm and cozy summer weather? Or do you keep coming back, because it reminds you of me? When we were there together exploring, walking through the streets young and free? Is this why you’re still coming back to Rome? To beg the gods they should let you return to me, back home?

Darling, you and your flaws are divine to me. And i must confess, I dream a fantasy where I’m in your life, because i crave your company!

But why is it that you don’t see it? Why do you keep pushing me away? Why are you acting like you don’t care, but then again, writing me little notes, saying how much you’re appreciating me?! That is not fair!

I’m getting jealous, seeing this girl by your side. I can hear her laugh, I can feel her touch and pretending to be so nice, while trying to hide her true mean self with pride. But you don’t see the dirty looks she’s giving me! It’s like she wants to say: ‘I won!’, but she never felt near a competition. And now, all of a sudden, she is in your number one position! Pushed me down the pedestal, she never earned that seat! But you won’t kick her down, back again to her feet!

I guess my Roman Empire will always be you. I can’t deny it anymore, this will always be true. It doesn’t matter how hard i try, the gods have made their choice. I’m cursed with the bittersweet, longing melody of your haunting voice.

Maybe someday, i will be yours and you will be mine. Maybe someday, i will be your dime. Maybe someday you will recognize my soul matching yours and I will be fine.

Until then, I will continue to write about you in my poem rhyme.

Or maybe, and I don’t hope it will come true, you’re called my Roman Empire, because I fall for you, like Rome had fallen once in history too. I was falling but destined to fail. I guess with your new girl, you must have lost your trail.

But all paths lead back to Rome, isn’t that right? Isn’t that what people say? So I still hope and believe that our love will shine bright at the end of the day and that you will find me again, back on your way.