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My angel left tonight
to fight a bigger war.
He left without the simplest goodbye-
though he was never good at those.

The last night we were together
he gave me a feather, and it stays in my pocket,
right next to his photograph.
I swear that lopsided smile
is infectious sometimes- all the time.
I hear his laugh and I think he's come
but I turn and he's
never there.
But I know when he can come
I'll hear that wing flap again.

It's been a year and
I haven't heard his voice
or seen his face or felt his touch at all.
I swear I still smell him in his trench coat.
I think he's dead but I hope not
because I don't know where he would go.

I just don't know.

I pray every night for a sign
a signal a visit
just to know he's alive
but instead- dead silence.

Just silence.

It hurts, hurts more than Hell
and trust me I know.
And I'd go through Hell all over again
just to say that my angel came home.

Description
My angel left tonight
to fight a bigger war.
He left without the simplest goodbye-
though he was never good at those.

The last night we were together
he gave me a feather, and it stays in my pocket,
right next to his photograph.
I swear that lopsided smile
is infectious sometimes- all the time.
I hear his laugh and I think he's come
but I turn and he's
never there.
But I know when he can come
I'll hear that wing flap again.

It's been a year and
I haven't heard his voice
or seen his face or felt his touch at all.
I swear I still smell him in his trench coat.
I think he's dead but I hope not
because I don't know where he would go.

I just don't know.

I pray every night for a sign
a signal a visit
just to know he's alive
but instead- dead silence.

Just silence.

It hurts, hurts more than Hell
and trust me I know.
And I'd go through Hell all over again
just to say that my angel came home.