The Pillars at Monument Park
What broke you?
Was it the divorce?
Or was it a slow rending?
Your sides, scarred by time,
slope unevenly; as though gravity
granted us a preferred side
(no less fanciful than God
granting us symmetry).
Did you begin to give way
the day your sister did?
Who mourns your graveled flesh
more than I? Rough, hewn tears -
like alabaster pools reflecting
back our strained, uncertain faces.
If it's true that time has worn
and torn down the chemical bonds
that once left you strong - defiant -
then share with me a thought;
did you at least know love?
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