Sculptor
Jerry and I were inseparable then
straight and tall
high school buddies
we had it all.
The girls favored him
heart-melting smile
the epitome of class
the essence of style.
But I won over a few
'twas only so much of him.
I had sweet Patricia
who loved me to the brim.
The day came when we parted
Jerry chased what he wanted to be.
He chanced upon me after fifty years
disbelieving what he did see.
Never-resting time chisels marks
on every frame.
And what we once were
can only in memory remain.
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