Angel

I think about you as much as the bullets in my gun. You were the only one who took away my edge. So tattered and torn, I couldn’t keep it together, couldn’t mend my own wounds till the day I met love. I opened my eyes; an angel stared back in mine. I unloaded my gun and handed the bullets over to you. I’m here for you now, because of you. You showed me the light while surrounded by dark, showed me that it’s always there. And if I ever fail or give up the strength to remember this light, throw the bullets I gave back at my side, leaving me to do what I was bound to do – without you. You always told me the dark consumes me because I won’t let it go and accept that light can change things. Whether it’s white or black, light or dark, it’s the way I make it, ultimately-- But without you I would have never let go. Then I saw you in the place I was, on a white hospital bed with that too familiar sound and needles in your arms. You were there but so far gone. I held your hand, and felt a way I never did before. My life changed right there after seeing the light drained from your soul. And as the light came back into your eyes, I knew it wasn’t the end, but just the beginning of our happy years to come. Now every morning we sit and watch the sun rise, remembering that the light we share will always consume the dark that was.