Fallen Angels

 
It seemed improbable when I fell in love with you,
that we would meet.
 
Even less so, we would become physical lovers.
 
I fell in love with your mind,
your words,
with the aura that surrounded you.
You were the one I was waiting for,
my winged goddess of love.
 
We were so much alike, you and I.
Travelers through time and space in the imagination of our minds,
yet grounded in the swamps and marshes so familiar and so dear.
 
Then we fell like wounded angels who dared too close to love,
fell so hard that we tore each other apart as we drowned in the sea of our own making;
A sea of misery.
 
Years heal,
or so I thought.
Time changes and makes us more mature.
But it wasn’t maturity that we needed,
for we still held onto the few remaining feathers.
Feathers we thought would make us fly again.
 
You said, I said, and so it goes.
 
I’m not going there again.
 
There is nothing!
Nothing but an empty room!
 
It only took a few short, carefully selected words uttered to make it vanish.
I’m not saying you were careless, you were anything but that.
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I’ve had dreams that vanished,
but none with such finality as this.
 
In those few words I knew my failings,
and I saw your flaws.
 
I could live with that, I thought.
It wouldn’t be hard,
and if it made you happy then that would be fine.
 
But my rationale fell into that same,
deep dark hole of my dreams.
 
So where am I now?
Have I given up on my dreams,
or have I given up on love?
Have I lost faith that I am a worthwhile person,
that is worthy of love?
 
Now I seem constantly amazed to be surrounded by people who love me.
Constantly grateful of their love.
 
It seems that being an angel brings with it the sublime.
And we touched each other’s wings,
If only for a time.
 
Though only now I’ve fallen,
do I find
myself,
so completely,
utterly,
in the hands of love.