In the darkest of moments, I see him,
The Angel.

He calms me when I’m unnerved,
like a mother’s lullaby settles the child.

In my moments of despair, his wings,
However invisible, a reassurance.

When I face the crushing blow of depression,
His soothing words renew my soul.

To gaze upon his face is to have pain return,
Knowing that the Angel does not know.

Does not know how great my feelings have grown.
How painful it is for me to feel this way.

He taught me to love,
Yet he doesn’t realize that the love I learned to harbor was for him.

It is better this way,
I was told.

It hurts to grieve for a love
That you never could seem to have.

Years pass by,
my love long gone.

One day, a young man came to me,
Saying: “My Angel.”

And then I knew.
The Angel returned for me.

He never left,
Just hidden in the shadows of my memories.

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