Fallen Statues
Fallen Statues
In those endless, passionate nights,
lying side-by-side in the dark,
fallen statues of ourselves,
we sought escape
from the intense present
through the past,
the warm blanket of the past.
We reprised our spring days,
reminding, correcting, censuring
like loving adversaries
stumbling hand-in-hand
toward the door of a place
we had once known,
long, long ago.
Then the door opened
and we came undone,
clay feet crumbling like
the promises issued
from speechless tongues
in sightless heads.
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