Angel

Usually, angels grow their wings once they have flown through life.
Once the days have all bled and raised petals to the nights.
Once there are ruffled feathers on their backs, taut from defeat,
So then others draw bandages of love and ‘please, breathe.’
They cannot leave Earth when they still call it home,
When their soul cannot travel up all on its own.
It will stay where it is, planted in its seat,
Because it has so much to stay for, so much to see.

Sometimes, however, the stars cannot leave,
They cannot protect it from the pain that masks dreams.
Sometimes, other Angels are cruel; sometimes, you’ll weep.
But their singing is harsh, and their cruelty is more than mean.

Sadly, you, dear angel, saw false truth in those lies,
They gave you, too quickly, your flight to ‘goodbye.’
You tried to be brave, but a bright future left-
There was a dark in your heart, something I’ll regret.
It’s easier now when you do not feel pain,
But I, now that you’re gone, feel deep anger in vain.

Not at you, my love, not you or your hues-
The pale pink clouds, you made them-
Gave us all such a beautiful view.

I hope heaven is lovely,
I hope it mends your broken heart.
I hope one day I’ll see you,
and I won’t fall apart.