He took off his jacket, and he looked... smaller than I could ever have thought him to have been. All of a sudden, the impenetrable guise of the pillar I had come to know and resent had disappeared…no crumbled.
Crumbled and hunched over like a pillar of sandstone with no weight to bear down on his shoulders.
It looked like I had chipped and chipped away at a block of marble hoping to find a Greek god’s statue. An ode to greater men before my time but I must have gone too far.
Excavated too deep because I found rock and rubble pouring out of the crevice I had made. And now there he was, no longer a mass of stone barreling forward to a dream or an ideal, not a weeping stoic I hoped I could fix but a sandbag that I had slit open and now its contents lay there. Sagging over itself in the shape of a human