Have you ever seen an angel?

Sometimes I think that, if I just reach out, I could grasp the light. It slips through my fingers so easily, like everything else I've tried to hold. But at least it's taught me to not grip so hard,

Like when I'm in my waking moments. I'm still dreaming and I can hear your voices in the distance, sounding exactly how I remember you all sounding. We think we're having a conversation about nothing. And there I sit peeking over the white, knowing it's not nothing at all. Trying to not pay attention too hard. Holding my breath, knowing how fragile these things are. That if I laugh, it'll melt away, and I would have awoken, alone.

All this to say, that you exist in me. Unequivocally, irreparably.