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.