Fallen
the air is swept from your
lungs . in one fleeting gasp.
everything you clung to,
everything you leaned upon.
every dream from the deepest parts of your heart
and your soul.
you invested in this
every breath from your
chest, you gave up,
just to give something else ,
something new,
a chance at life.
there has to be more than this
than this silence that i am left in all the time,
to torment myself with.
But i always question
“will he be ready??”
because those three velvet words
spoken ever so softly
on angel lips
could be instantly revoked.
banishing me from the gates of heaven,
and with my descent
he takes my last breath,
my angel,
and he greedily eats it himself.
in just one bite.
leaving me ruined, cold, alone,
and always
always
falling