Saints Aren't Perfect Either

RIP Justin

You told me you loved me
Once, twice, three times
You made me laugh so hard
That the air escaped my lungs
Fast enough that I
Got dizzy
A catalyst of emotion
Still screaming.

You told me you loved me
And now all that I've got
Left of you
Is the fragmented image
In the labyrinth of my mind
The image of your body
Swinging back and forth like a pendulum
A picture so strong
I can almost touch it
Tangible
Palpable.

But it's too late now
And it's too hard to lie
Stark in an existence
Where no one knows what they 
Believe
But I do.

And Sweetheart,
That's all that matters
Because saints aren't perfect
And angels' wings aren't always white

And when we meet again
There will be no stopping us
Nothing can stop you 
When nothing's left.