life / loss / love / Poetry

Placid, Time & Stance

Placid and still very still.
Frozen like a photograph, forever captured in a place,
in a moment in a past.
Time , time doesn’t slow, seems it is against me.
The more it passes the more we’re lost.
Yes– time is moving rapidly, but I am still.
I am unmoving, like a statue crafted in Roman times,
eternal in its marbled stance.
Look into my solid unwavering stare,
do you see the warmth that was once there?
I’m afraid they might have lost their luster,
but maybe if am polished someday,
or carefully cared for,softly restored then maybe just maybe
the shine will return to this poor statue torn.
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