ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

My Perfect Stranger 11

"Your Pen", I said,

And gave it to you.

You accepted it,

Giving me a flowery smile,

Voicing gratitude in angelic music and verses.

I was sad, I still am.

A desolate cry rung through

My soul ached,

To hear you say, Goodbye.

Maybe, I even had tears in my eyes,

For a moment there,

I thought in my life clueless,

I had found a road to walk on.

But, Angels are not meant to be,

Touching mere earth souls.

I would have been a fool,

To dream otherwise.

So, I knew the austere truth,

We were not meant to be,

Not in this fiction.