Casablancas
By: Robmarie López

Whiteness engulfs
the cold, mute room
where purity has departed
and innocence has been lost
Though peace may seem apparent
silent screams consume
any reasoning; why must it end
this way?
The sweet, forgotten scent
of a dozen casablancas
serves as solemn witness
to fiery passion that rose
moments before the girl
who Rests, faintly
smiled
and the boy beside her
lost control

Now, the purity
of love shattered
from its steel and fragile cage
while the tender woman
rests in peace
the young man is
drenched in blood.