by JDA

Where have the angels gone?
Have they left for a reason?
Am I to be all alone,
for some seditious act, some treason?
Or, more likely, they are there
wings still, motionless,
watching, waiting for sobs, need…

Then swirling circling down for one so lost now found.
“Always stay close,” they seem to say,
“never stray too far, dear friend, not even for one day.
With no one you are no one.
You cannot be seen or heard.
When asked, we will find you.”

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