Cold Angel Tears

She was just sitting there halo somewhat askew wings slumped lazily a tear refusing to fall clinging to the myth that angels never cry. I asked her why she wept she fluffed her wings straightened her halo sniffed snotilly mocking my earthly inquisition while borrowing my handkerchief. I still keep it - that tear wiped from the eye of a disillusioned angel an amber crystal containing the hopes of heaven lost on the emptiness of cold city streets. John G. Lawless 12/7/2020