dieu ange

poem by KC writer Joni Wilson aka Amenimity

I would often sit there and mimic her

Her busy life

Her endless amount of friends

Her busy weekends

Her endless amount of phone calls

She wasn’t suppose to leave so soon

She wasn’t suppose to go out that way

She wasn’t suppose to leave the world crying

But I guess if I were God, I’d be a bit jealous too

She had it all

Her smile would warm a dozen people

A dozen people she didn’t even know

Now that is power

That is something everyone should see

At least once

She was perfection to the tee

Maybe I was the only one in love with her impeccability

Her beautiful hands

And her flawless skin

She was even nice to the nobody on the 21^st floor

Heaven ached for her

They finally took her away

She spoke to me once, very clearly and precise

She said, “You are a possibility”.

I just stood there in shock with my mouth down to my knees

She winked and passed on by

I didn’t realize it right then

But she, she was the divine one

When I heard the news, I cried for 8 weeks straight

Not sleeping, hardly eating

Just staring out my window

Hoping they had made a mistake

They didn’t

Right before it happened, I had her

I had her all to myself

She silenced me

She wouldn’t let me tell a soul

And if I did

I was condemned from paradise and from her

I slipped

I told someone about her and me

The next week I hadn’t seen her

I hadn’t heard from her

Then I heard the news

To this day I wonder if it was because I had said something

Because I took pride

Because I was selfish

I will probably never know

But one can only assume

You make the bed you lie in

I realize now what she meant when she said what she said to me

“A Possibility”

A possibility to send her home

She was here to find truth and hope

And to leave a mark

To change the hopeless and lonely

From taking pride in what they’ll never have