They made a statue of us

I hold this image of a man

Standing solemnly on a gloomy day

Perched in a field of concrete, marked by patches of grass

Fierce winds gust, yet his thoughts do not sway

As his eyes glaze over, and images are blurred

By rain being cried by an ex-lover, on a never-ending day

Screams are heard but no one is present

Still praying for it to end any other way

He knew it was over, but his mind kept on racing

And his heart slowly stopped beating

The rain stopped, and the clouds began to part

As life carried on, save for a still heart

And it was then that I realized that I was soaking wet

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