Statuette Poem by Andrew Rose

She felt him fall before he would ever know,
she knew by souls what he could never tell,
her heart stained black before the glass had spilt,
yet she stood there,
rooted by guilt,

Cold as ice,
purposefull and still,
yet desperate in a way he'd never be,
the last kiss she'd always know,
but she just stood there,
inhuman,
collecting snow,

She predicted the call before it came,
the note she'd read time and time again,
the tears had fallen long before the waves,
and now she couldn't hear his name,
she'd always stand,
heartless,
yet her heart would always be to blame.