Angel
I think about you
as much as the bullets in my gun.
You were the only one
who took away my edge.
So tattered and torn,
I couldn’t keep it together,
couldn’t mend my own wounds
till the day I met love.
I opened my eyes;
an angel stared back in mine.
I unloaded my gun
and handed the bullets over to you.
I’m here for you now, because of you.
You showed me the light
while surrounded by dark,
showed me that it’s always there.
And if I ever fail
or give up the strength
to remember this light,
throw the bullets I gave
back at my side,
leaving me to do what I was bound to do – without you.
You always told me
the dark consumes me
because I won’t let it go
and accept that light can change things.
Whether it’s white or black, light or dark,
it’s the way I make it, ultimately--
But without you
I would have never let go.
Then I saw you in the place I was,
on a white hospital bed
with that too familiar sound
and needles in your arms.
You were there but so far gone.
I held your hand,
and felt a way I never did before.
My life changed right there
after seeing the light drained from your soul.
And as the light
came back into your eyes,
I knew it wasn’t the end,
but just the beginning of our happy years to come.
Now every morning
we sit and watch the sun rise,
remembering that the light we share
will always consume the dark that was.
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