I missed you when I woke.
You weren’t here again.
You can’t be.
Angels never stay
Places to be and souls to save
But I missed you
Tears fresh on my pillow
You were there and you were real and you were here
And gone
Gone again
I missed you when I woke
I think I always will

Just a random little poem that sprung into my head inspired by this picture….

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