Maybe Next Time

Who are you?
A flightless angel, a dream come true.
My angel of death, forewarner of the pain I’ll have to go through.
A friend, a companion, suffering in disguise.

What is it that you do?
I can’t stop thinking of someone like you.
You’re the only one in my mind right now.
I can’t eat, sleep, breathe without a thought of you haunting me.

When did you first meet me?
Somehow I can’t remember.
The experience strikes me as a mystery.
You appeared from out of the blue, a smile amongst the frowns of the outside world.

Where will you be heading?
Our paths crossed once, I doubt they will cross again.
It pains me to realize, you’ll be off too soon.
I want to hold you, feel you, but I can’t.

Why did you come into my life?
Your friendship is confusing me, your love a trickle of poison in Arthur’s mug.
I think I love you, you make me feel you do too.
Still you have him, a hedge that separates my hand from yours.

How will I ever get over you?
You’re a friend’s friend and he is mine.
Your smile, your beauty, your soul is like chocolate to me; irresistibly sinful.
Somehow, I can feel there is hope; I can feel there will be our love.

Maybe next time.

Author's Note

Image Disclaimer: I do not own the image included. I just found that it suited my piece so there you go. Special thanks to Katrina Laserna.

Reviews

[Candle in the wind]

I am spellbound by this poem. The first stanza haunts me...an angel who is a forewarner of forthcoming pain and at the end irresistibly sinful like chocolate.In spite of the pain that sears through your being knowing that the angel will be off soon, it was still worthwhile.