They started as children and grew to be friends

He with his sculptor's hands she with her needle

They went through some bitter times alone and together

They were lovers and friends, but friends more than

Lovers

Sharing each other with their own private worlds.

He knew that she needed him, he couldn't come

He needed her, but she could not answer his needs.

He sculpted he form only both of them knew

He yearned to finish before she would leave him forever

But before he was finished, she disappeared

And seized with sadness, he crumbled the statue to bits.

Form and friend, gone forever

Both crumbled down to memory.

He knew that she needed him, he couldn't come

He needed her, but she could not answer his needs.