I watch as she steps outside,
into a patch of overhead lamp.
In this moment, her body is isolated;
light shines down, chiaroscuro playing shadows on features.
Eyes and lashes disappear, hair becomes darker.
Her clothing is marble, each crease carved in white.  

A statue stands where she was, once.
Centuries have already passed, an ancient sculpture
enduring the ages with grace.  

She breathes again, walks over to me,
the stone softening into a being,
young
and laughing.