He appeared at my bedside yet again, His eyes an ethereal blue, Filled with concern and sorrow… He spoke to me as I faked my slumber, I watch his shadow upon my pale brown wall, While he said how he wished he could be seen, Be heard and to be listened to by me…

He cried his sorrows to me as the clock ticked ever so slowly. Every night I awaited his arrival and when my cream curtains shifted, so did my breathing. My heart ached for him, for him to understand, that I too know his sorrow… Even so, he continued to speak…  

He started with the same words every time, “I’ve always been the one to protect you, Nevertheless, I may be in need of protection soon… From the heartache I feel every time I cannot hold you… Every time, I cannot look you in the eyes and say ‘I love you! ‘Every second of every day that I cannot be with you…”

His voice floated in the air as I listened to his repetitive harmony. I had already memorized each angelic feature, each shade of light to his shadow…
He always seemed to continue with, “Even if my heart breaks, you are still the light to my darkness, the stars to my night, and the gravity that holds my sanity.” He always sighed this with his head held in his hands.

I have wondered. However, I had never ventured beyond the slumber that sheltered me. Never able or rather, never courageous enough to do so. No… I would never find out, but at least I knew that, you are the comfort to this pain, the soul to this body And the love to this heart…

- E.A.F