Of Angel and Universe

I guess

what is the point

of you living

In my dreams

when you never

Really lived

Even when

alive?

Knowing what I know

Now,

the only gift I can

Give

Is the knowing

Hope

of how much

bigger

God is than

You

or

Me

Or the sin

Nobody

seems to want

to own anymore.

So maybe

there’s a finite

audience,

A cacophony

Of angel and universe

Who oversaw

Your leaving

the body I knew as you

and taking in a side

Of yourself,

You didn’t even know

Was there.