Forever After

How does it feel to be heart-broken?

Well, your heart pretty much feels just that. Broken.

I can see God's knowing smile. I can feel my guardian angel… Somewhere, nearby… watching, listening…  They tell me - it's alright, we're with you. They tell me - listen to the voice within. And the voice outside…

They tell me secrets, of the world and the universe… they sing to me. A thousand lullabies. They form the feathers in pillow, they soak the warm wet drops. Salty sweat that hold my fears from a nightmare. They form the soft cotton of the blanket, they keep my shriveled dreams warm. They tell me it's normal. It's okay.

It feels human. It feels alive. It also feels like a slow death. Knowing the end is near… I tend to treasure each memory, every moment… I want to hold them  in tiny vials, and keep in a secret room. Where I can go check up on them, see that they are safe from the ruins my life may bring. I pray these uncomplicated happy memories remain that. Because they are my forever after…