Spirits of Angels
The feel of grass beneath your feet,
The gentle rush of a stream,
It's natural and it's familiar.
Like love.
But I had not loved
until I met the angel,
She made flowers grow when there was no sun
And it seemed that whatever was unlikely,
was possible now.
Now, the grass felt different
Because she walked with me
By my side, night and day
No matter what happened,
she would be there.
Except...
One day,
she wasn't.
Her laugh no longer echoed around me
Her smile no longer shined and her eyes,
Had dulled.
The day she left was the day I died.
It was the day when flowers wilted
It was the day when water, that life-giving liquid,
seemed as horrible as the blood that soaked my skin.
I pined for her,
Night and day
But she could no longer talk,
Laugh, cry or get angry.
She would never live again
Except through me.
For now, my Aerith, you rest,
With the spirits of angels.