Taffy, my angel, sent from way above
Flew down like a dove, to give me love
Was it the softness of her voice behind the magic,
Or the gentleness in her grace that made it more tragic?
Have I been too kind to such an angel
Will the worries and doubts prove too fatal?
Should I reach for her wings, her halo, or her crown?
Will I melt with all my things, today, and without a frown?
I crumble to my knees when I feel this loneliness
She's here with me but her presence is two worlds to the west
No matter the rivers of sorrow and uncertainty
My cries all wither to a drought in earth's burgundy
She's my guiding star to a path that isn't there
I'm scared so shitless to only find disappointment and despair
She offers me the night's rays but may I ask for more?
I ask for your embrace, your slumber and your snore
I know you hide your tears behind that blue hair,
That drop like crystals on the dress that you wear
I saw the crack in your smile, that glimmer of pain
Could I offer myself to you, to relieve your disdain?
The gall of me to offer an angel relief
But I feel your pain, your anguish, your grief
Give me a chance to be your servant
I ask not more, but I do ask ever fervently
I'm glad to have cried today, and this poem helped me do that. I feel like I can do better today, for myself and for Taffy. I still wish I can do more for her. I don't have that huge savior complex like I did before but I wish I could offer her something, aside from tangible gifts. I would love to talk to her before she sleeps, and have her tell me her worries and doubts. Until then, I'll keep having faith and be the best I can be. I'll be back later or something.
