A Face of Stone

I am a gargoyle Wedded to concrete and brick The guardian of my building From above the streets I watched a couple Every night Kissing in the hallway She holding on to him Looking deep into his soul Leaning on him Wanting to be near him Depending on him. He stood tall Straight Proud as he held her Feeling That he could touch the stars And do anything. I was jealous. For some time Their life Had an ebb and flow A regularity As natural as the tides From the deep dark sea. Over time The girl walked slowly Hands on her stomach Nervously she waited for him She was pregnant A curse in her grandparent’s time But not a terrible thing today. The boy stopped Coming Then one day He came back Tired Worried No longer sure of himself He spoke to an older man Tempers and harsh words Followed. They married Not a joyous affair They were days when I didn’t see her Him I saw often Returning from work Newspaper under his arm Tired No longer tall No longer proud. I miss the days When they were in love The way they looked at each other Made me blush And when they embraced I looked the other way Can two people fall in love Is that feeling so strong That dreams become one To live only for the day Knowing That nights of love and desire Are not long And heartbreak is forever. I look upward To the skies And ask If for one day I could be human And Hold and embrace Feel a caress Have someone To dream with To live and love To love and lose Is better than this, A face of stone.