An angel came to me today,
Small and full of memories
A hodgepodge of worn paint,
And yellowed glue
Chipped on her edges
And thick with the scent of my youth.
Imperfect, old, barely there.
You promised her to me
When I was as small as it.
Imperfect, young, barely there.
You said to me, “When I die, you
Can have this angel, and she will always
Look after you, even when I’m not around anymore,
To do it myself.”
It took more than the two years since your death
For her to find her way to me
But today she finally found me.
I’ve placed her somewhere high.
Given her pride of place
Amongst childhood trinkets,
Things that I can’t bring myself to part with
Remnants of my smallness.
Top shelf, where all the best stuff is.
She’s surrounded by gold now,
Real gold.
The gold that grazed your weary flesh
As you breathed your last.
Rested on your pulse as you passed
From one void to the next.
The last of your skin cells,
Still nestled between the
tiny crevices and notches
of your own trinket you couldn’t
bring yourself to part with.
The top shelf,
Where all the best stuff is.
Where my last piece of you is.
Guarded by an angel.
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