my angel is disheartened
tired of fruitless labors
my angel is at best depressed
confessing neglected favors

my angel rests his head down
forehead pressed to elbow pit
my angel shed his last tear
last year
and hasn't wept one since

my angel has my sympathy
for what we thought could be
my angel ran our errands with honor
we simply dreamt too big

my angel cares so deeply
all of my faults he calls his own heavy weight
my angel and me
as headstrong as we
in a world we failed to save.