By Wing
Date: 10 December 2000
The sculpture
The sculpture
I lost you. I lost you from my heart and life, where do I go about finding you? My long lost insurmountable pain came back haunting me.
The surface of this sculpture still as beautiful, years does not come in between its face.
But the artist of this amazingly beautiful artwork died with the scars in his heart.
This undesirable story delivered an eternal stain in the lover’s history.
Unmasked the life after you, it’s a pool of draining tears and fleshes of blood.
Despite the lost of your love, my heart takes off to find a home.
Your unknown attraction keeps me crawling back to you.
I sweep off the leaves fallen above to the ground to make a road for you to walk on.
Somehow, I wished this were a path to finding you.
This fantasy of mine so unreachable.
I found it fascinating myself.
I sit here still, not a movement, afraid that I will miss your breath.
I wait here, until I turned into stone or statue,
And make myself stand behind your forever-stunning sculpture I have engraved in your name.
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