Statue

You left this world, leaving behind only a statue; your last gift to me. I could see the shape of your body, your hair, and your eyes. You were there; alive, but you couldn’t meet me. You were just living inside the statue.

I had cried a thousand times, hoping you’d comfort me, but you just watched, unable to move an inch. Your statue was always smiling, always… even as I cried, and then, losing you, my only love; made me slit my wrists.

I knew you would keep on smiling, but then you cried, making me die while smiling.