I tried to let my heart,
rest it's wings
but it always start
to wiggle and jiggle
hearing you in the shimmer
of the silence,
feeling you in the space
between white lines
never looking away from your eyes
holding a card, a little longer than
it should,
for i am yours
and you who questions why
wondering about what you
have left behind
that i hold
"the footprint"
all angels leave a mark on this world
yours are made by guiding me home,
inside my fragile bones
