Theodore, your poem captures the haunting ache of a marriage slipping into silence and shadows. The imagery of sitting as "nameless statues" in that old café, surrounded by memories turned ghostly, is so moving it’s as if you’re navigating the ruins of a once-living love. Lines like "we were poor but didn’t we bloom from underneath stone" resonate with a quiet, heartbreaking beauty, reminding us of how love can thrive even in hardship, only to be eroded by neglect.

The sorrowful tone and vivid metaphors convey both regret and a longing for reconnection, a glimpse of warmth beneath the cold facade. Thank you for sharing this raw, poetic reflection on love and loss it’s a hauntingly beautiful reminder of what it means to both cherish and mourn.