Everything about love was bronze.
Marble statues that winked silhouettes-
at the twist of your face
toward their natural place of time.
Fear was not buried here
but the representation of change,
dusted amber leaves and willows.
To reset the past
and wish, ache to have
a souvenir of hazel breaths-
to be called soulful
and walk the park
as one of angelic knowledge.
Love was pursued
through the archways
of your sculpted ashes.
