16 September 2012
I sit quietly in the oak tree across the river from her house, And wait, patiently, counting birds, clouds and flowers, Until she skips down the steps of her town house Whistling, rushing, ruffling her curls Smoothing out the creases in her dress Her wedding ring glinting in the morning sun. She still wears it. She always sings On the way to work. I make sure one of my feathers is caught on the breeze, And catches in her hair, just so she remembers me A pause so meaningful to the both of us But only one of us aware of the significance Only once of us aware that I am watching, Missing from this world in more ways than one But forever attached to her sweet, giving heart
And I wait here briefly every day, Just to know she's okay, Just to feel safe in the knowledge she's not with me yet.
The Angel ("I Return") • Opuss № I