My Guardian Angel

The piercing needle tattooed my body with black ink.

 Intended to tattoo her name on my body.

 To represent how she was already tattooed on my heart.

 I needed something everlasting to show my devotion.

 I was devoted to her in entirety.

 My body, my heart, my soul, my mind.

 All of me was all of her.

 Was, as in a description of the past.

 No longer existent in the present.

 Wise words penetrated my mind and never departed.

 Nothing lasts forever.

 And these words expressed their essence as forever with her did not last.

 A life pulled from my palms.

 The soul that nurtured my own cut loose like an umbilical cord.

 A beautiful life lost, but that beautiful soul lingers within my body, my heart, my soul, and my mind.

 So apparently forever doesn't exist, but with me her soul will.

 I can't speak to her through verbal communication.

 I barely did so while still able.

 Too caught up in my personal shy, introverted ways.

 But she knew my body would always have a piece of her inscribed.

 She knew my heart would always be in her possession and reflect my love for her.

 She knew my soul would forever dance under the moonlight with hers to our eternal musical melody.

 And she knew my mind would never neglect reminiscence of her spirit and would never forget her astounding grace.

 And if she didn't somehow I hope she does now.

 I hope she knows that I just wanted to fly.

 And she was my angel, the only one that could give me wings.