The apartment across the street.
It creeps closer,
And closer to the edge.
The statue stops,
At the edge with the other statues.
Frozen in time.
What a beautiful statue.
The statue leans forward,
And plumits towards the ground.
Nothing is left,
But a broken statue of a broken person.
Up on the rooftop,
Where the beautiful statue once stood.
Appears a new statue,
Of a beautiful angel,
With the same face as the last statue to stand there.
Perched on the edge,
Protecting those who get too close.