

Sometime last April Sometime last AprilSometime last April by ~ejohns0338
By Eric Johns
Sometimes, Angels have to go back to heaven.
It isn't sadness that I should feel for having met them and lost their company.
No sadness should come from miracles.
I should raise my head up and be thankful for the times.
But my head is hung low.
Heavy.
My heart would be too, if I could feel it, it has succumbed to entropy.
My body has no need to continue this unwinnable fight.
But still no wings that I may join her and her host.
So I wait.
Tomorrow, perhaps, I'll wake up.
Perhaps not.
Just the same.
There was a message in her voice but I missed it.
Her beauty was too great and it screamed over