Guardian Angel.

That night she went to bed. She couldn’t sleep because she had no love, no life, no laughter.

She thought how sweet his voice was; soft like velvet, smooth like silk, harmonious like chimes. How she missed his touch on her lips, in her hands, all around her.

She wished she was with him. However the only way possible was to be his angel. But she knew she couldn’t leave the people who cared for her the most.

Yet she was still drawn to him. She urned for him, his touch, with every bit of her little damaged heart.

That night she finally fell asleep. She knew she had to move on with her life. But he’d always be with her, even if he didn’t know it.

As her guardian angel.

2010 (c) Jennifer Gioia


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