Talking to an Angel

Your memories shine from the shards of my broken hourglass with no sand.

Timeless in their recreation, yet constantly fading on the other hand.

I can not live without you, to relive those times you were with me.

I can not stand without you, there, standing by my side next to me.

You were my confidant, my essences and meaning of life, my all.

I only see me alone, as I stand in front of this mirror on the wall.

Is it your sound, your smell, your touch, your taste or your sight,

That I can not hear, feel, see, smell, or taste; fading in the night?

One who says it's better to have loved and lost,

Forgot that love sometimes comes with a cost.

As I put your picture back on the shelf,

I realize I must forgive, forgive myself.

I have often used God as my scapegoat,

As I don my multi-colorless coat.

My apology I do not want to accept,

Thinking I am less a man; even Jesus wept.

It makes no sense, to try to blame me,

It's not my fault, as far as I see.

We pray to live a life, with no regrets,

Sometimes we pray to help cover those bets.

I watch your memories shine from the shards of my broken hourglass with no sand.

I hold in the tears from the sight of the night in which you took my hand.

The water won't fall from my persistent damning,

Cursing the wall for excuses I'm cramming.

Blaming the fault, to which is my own,

Never forgetting, I'm still alone.

We all are invincible until we die,

Sometimes more even though we cry.

Unable to cope with the worst nightmare, I have ever feared,

Unable to tell you I love you, before your last sand disappeared.

"Talking to an Angel"

--- Thomas Butler Stone