The next one

They never tell you how there going to die.

They let you find out.

They expect me to guard you and love you till the end. 

From the second you come into this world, I am there, in the dark corner.

The first time, and the last time you walk home, I hover next to you, protecting you.

I watch you when you cry and when you are happy.

I worry about you all the time. 

The sad part is when you sob.

When you think know one is there, that no one loves you

I mean how could I not love you?

They assign  me to you.

And at first, I hate it.

" Not anther one I think"

I was  to be glued to your side

And how could I watch you grow up and not fall in love with you

Like when you finally learned to ride a bike and you squealed with delight

all the cuts and bruises you got did not matter

you smiled and cheered with victory

Or the time you lost your first tooth, 

you were so excited that night, gently laying it under your pillow. 

I watched you grow for 25 years.

25 years...

They never told me how you were suppose to die.

They let us find that out.

If I could battle fate for you, I would have

To stop you

Stop you from getting back with that bastard

The one who did not deserve you

He broke your heart, and therefore mine

 He had you  drive to the store, 

to buy him his favorite snack, 

Lets just skip the gory details

You were killed that night

you were shot.

They did not let me greet you, when you floated up here.

It was against the polices.

I was assigned someone new

He has the same eyes as you.

He's three now.

I've learned that I can't even change fate

And I'm an Angel

so that's saying something

I've learned to love

and to forget.

Even if I get someone new,

the next one, and then then next.

I'll love them all, but  not the same as you

I'll never forget you. 

Sweet love of mine. 

 

 

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