The Strangest Angel

She is hard to reach, 
closed off, 
the tormented adolescent soul, 
she holds herself so tightly, 
but she is fragile, 
growing grace, 
hidden all along that beautiful, borrowed face. 

I saw you today, 
walking down the hallway, 
I was hoping to get to talk to you, 
thinking of all those pictures, 
all of them you, 
arranged on my bureau, 
you were so young, 
now so long ago. 

Today, 
you smiled at me a bit, 
making me wish, 
you could see me the way I see you, 
an angel in my heart, 
alive and well, 
one that draws me closer to you, 
in reciprecation of the beatin g of your heart, 
carried in my heart, 
arousing my deepst sense of pride, 
and a desire, 
to always have you in my mental images,
as if all those strangest angels, 
are pointing you to me, 
and even back to me, 
if you ever get lost. 

T.S. Deary 
9/12/23