Rusty
Marble dust all over
What have I done?
Where am I?
My studio a wreak
Where is my creation?
that Sculpture
As I see
I remember
THe blurring gone away
She, my sculpture
Marble now flesh
Tore my place about
THe love, the beauty
I gave her support
I gave love
I cooked; I cared
That last stike tore my chisel apart
My hammer aflamed
ashes metal and wood
A tear hit the ground
As I parish into the ground
That broken chisel
as I stare into the broken mirror
A mirror of memories
A mirror of broken dreams
A path torn and over grown
That broken chisel that shows our love
Broken in two; No longer one
But two separate people now
broken
two pieces
of chisel
broken
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