She looked into the night sky and pondered her place.
Perhaps she was just a gathering of dust on a rocky mote flying through emptiness.
It made her feel small and insignificant,
Refuse of exploded suns long since forgotten in the cosmic background.
If that was it, well, that was still pretty cool.
The fact that her ancestors were ancient suns lightened her soul, and her smile lit up the night.
Flying by quicker than a speeding bullet
And laughing at how slow that bullet really is
Seconds and minutes turn into hours before you know it
That is the type of speed that kills productivity
Jumping fists flying through the empty space
As breath explodes from her chest
Blow after blow on her imaginary opponent
Floating through the air
Laughing with unadulterated joy
Yielding finally to gravity, you fell
Into my waiting arms
Now you soar without me needing to catch you
God, I miss that job
The frequent flyer miles might be great, but he hadn’t signed up
Really he hated flying, especially the landings
It always gave him anxiety that moment just before touching down
Pain exploded in his head as he hit the floor.
After everything was said and done, Dave still took another hit
Didn’t matter that he knew better, the cravings were his master
Dopamine receptors fired up as the drug hit his system
It gave him a feeling of normalcy, which sucked worse than the cravings
Counting to ten he waited, but there was nothing more
To think that same hit would have had him flying just a couple of months ago
Even now he could feel the craving begin to awaken
Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t, damn it to hell!
Ever hold an angel, wondering if every breath might be her last?
Ever hold an angel, marveling at her ability to touch hearts?
Ever hold an angel, struggling to communicate?
Ever hold an angel, smiling because of her infectious laugh?
Ever hold an angel that loved to fly so high?
Ever hold an angel that slipped away in your arms?
I was blessed enough to do so, and now my angel flies on her own.
I love you Angela.