His guardian angel visit

she often appears in his dreams wearing pink carnations and other flowers those sky blue eyes staring through him he cannot stop looking at her pink red lips she is prettier in death than she had ever been in life a woman who is forever twenty-two he stares at her alabaster skin those eyes stare back and tear into his soul I am sorry, he tells her, I should have never been driving drunk. the blame has stolen his life for the past twenty years she puts her pointer finger to her lips Reassures him, tells him to release his guilt You are an angel, he whispers, but I am to blame I need to focus on this, I need to suffer A soft hand strokes him on the shoulder She lets him know that she is where she wants to be She was a marvelous friend, a great co-worker A terrific listener, and now she is his guardian angel Release the guilt! She tells him. This was meant to be. He has no other choice. Tears overtake him, he sobs until he feels exo