Do you ever sit and wonder
Where it all went wrong.
Was it a specific time
Where it all went wrong.
Was it a specific time
Or a specific place
Or is it gradual
Like the breakdown of an weathered sculpture
I wish I could have seen it coming
Perhaps I did
Perhaps I stared at it like one stares at an old sculpture
Thinking to himself
“It needs work, but it is still beautiful how it is now”
Or
“I would love to fix it, but a man can only do so much with no chisel”.
If only love was as simple
As an old statue,
We would be so much better off.