07 February 2009

untitled for now

my angel’s tears always fall
at least three steps behind—
never able to keep up,
or keep a hand on me—
I live faster than he can fly.
he could ask for help,
maybe he is too proud…
do angels sin?
does mine?
probably not,
that would explain the distance
between us.

2 comments:

lissa said...

I like the thought(s) here, there's that feeling of loneliness in them, I don't know, I always seem to find the down side to things...

jared david said...

lonliness is somewhat common in my writing, usually subtle, glad you picked up on it. but not a down side...i enjoy the freedom of solitude