I remember…
with all my heart – I do
how when I was down
broken and battered
…beaten
how you looked my way,
gave back to me
the only thing that I held dear,
this broken piece of me,
…and you healed me
of my affliction, my contradiction
I recall you laughing…smiling
so kindly, that I became afraid
how you whispered in my ear
as I cried, as I bled
pouring out a heartache,
and how you understood
as only you…
ever could
I remember
…because
how can silly, fragile,
and deeply tormented souls
as I had been, ever forget
that not every angel we meet
is able to fly?
Some have broken wings
from a life left behind, like you do
I remember…
because, in another time,
the life you left
was also mine
My immortal - rueberry
Matters of the heart 