Lasting Gladius

Forsworn my dear gladius, for you mourned our carnations. Puzzle, Mystery, poetry.

Gladius,

I walk this path 

Cobbled dirt road, 

Gray uneven feet 

Stumble towards it,

It, a lost fragment 

of our last meeting

It, a brush of hands

A passing light, a 

passive fight, 

lost in empty cups

latent in screams

of distress, upon 

It, on the desk. 

two lines. 

"Mourning, carnation,"

Author's Note

I'm practicing poetry, or writing with this, so I may be posting a lot of stuff that may not be the best. What do you think this is about? I would love to hear your thoughts :) this is intended as a mystery to be uncovered.