Sweet angel,
you're haunted by lover's inertia
immobilized by ghosts of summer trauma
and marked by the abandonment of grandiose
oaths
Sweet angel,
you ration your love and
cradle your patchwork heart
with calloused hands like someone
whose never held a sweet new babe
Sweet angel,
let's leave the cemetery–
you no longer have to walk with ghouls and spirits
or take a meticulous inventory
of each
i love you
Sweet angel,
take my hand and dance with me
Let me show you it's safe
to let your unwavering devotion
unapologetically emanate
--Julia H., Adult
