The Luxembourg Gardens
We tried
To get a picture of you
Mirroring one of the statues.
It was one of the last things
We did together.
You gave me your phone
And I watched you
On the screen,
Offering suggestions.
Raise your arm a little higher.
Turn towards me.
Until I took one
I thought
Would satisfy you.
You posted it
And we walked
Out of the garden
Like in that oldest of stories.
But she stayed.
She stands there still,
Mocked by tourists,
Insulted by pigeons,
Unable to understand why
She is so lonely.