• You fell from the sky
    and crashed at my feet.
    I took you by the hand
    and said "Come, follow me."

    I held tight to your soul,
    kept it from collapsing.
    The thought of you in sorrow,
    kept me from relaxing.

    To heal your broken figure,
    was my goal for that day.
    I took you to my house
    and in my bed is where you laid.

    Your wings were broken in half.
    A shattared halo apon your head.
    I reconstructed your perfect beauty.
    Pulled you back from the dead.

    You thanked me for my kindness.
    Then set off to do whatever angels do.
    You left without saying "Goodbye",
    or hearing my "I love you".

    So if your watching from the heavens,
    stairing down at an old friend.
    Know that I miss my fallen angel,
    and you should visit me again.