Henry

wingedpiglets:

I will never hear you say
why you did it;
but I like to think it was not out of fear
of the future or
cowardice, sadness, or unbearable weight on your slim shoulders,
but rather because you saw
what others felt
and you felt it, too;
and as you sat at the ledge looking down,
it was not out of weakness that you flew,
but out of bravery to know that your message
may not be heard,
out of hope that as you fell into eternal slumber
somebody would wake up
and feel the suffering,
too.

Fallen Angel

I did not know you,
yet I cry for you
often because I feel as if I do now.
I feel your pain and loneliness.
I, too, see the appeal of the rush
of the cars in the streets
from the 15^th story window and
dream of the throbbing bite of the blade
that promises a way out.
I know your burden; I carry it,
too.
I feel you close; I think
of you often.
I cry because
I understand your purpose: to make people see,
to make them feel,
to try to make them understand.
And I’m sorry because you are right.
Sometimes it takes
a fallen angel
to look past our own suffering.

Weightless

You surprise me as you begin
to regularly inhabit my dreams
with that smile of yours I’ve only seen
in obituary photographs.
That voice I never heard
is strong and clear in my
subconscious.
You speak to me like the sun,
because the angel you are has no more
burden.
You remind me every night of why
you left;
And I awake every morning knowing I will
never forget.