angel

You're falling so fast
And I can't save you
An angel, my childhood idol
Tumbling from grace to land in a heap
On this mortal ground

How many times have you pulled through?
How many miracles have you worked?

No one's ever thought to save you,
Because saving was not what you needed,
Saving is what you do
Always there, my voice of reason
Sarcastic and egotistical,
But still yourself, my friend

We may have grown apart
But I never thought
That you could
Fall so
far

If you ever need someone
I'll be waiting here
To help you
If I
can

The sky is clouded over,
And snow silently falls,
Like frozen tear drops
Slowly sobbed out,
By the most beautiful of angels,
Mourning for the one they loved,
And lost,
Praying for another to come,
But horrified by the wait,
Because it took so long for the first to come.

She smoked cigarettes
that looked like
the fingers of a starving child,
long and skinny and
as white as
dead coral.
She would suck on them like a child does candy,
her chapped lips forming
a small circle,
her skinny fingers frail
and shaking,
her face lined,
wrinkled from stale smoke.
Her house would soak in the scent,
absorbing it like a sponge,
so that