Though she’s looking away
I know she does
Because she told me.
Don’t let her fool you
She is a statue
More real than you
I’ve hidden in the back yard
To avoid her
Because she whispers to me
She follows me to the café
And sits there
With her macchiato untouched
I don’t know what I’ve done
She won’t say
Her sadness has followed me all day
I resolve not to go and see her again
To steady myself
To stay home, regard nothing
But I return to the museum
Tugging at my lip
And she stares at me, already disappointed
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