“There’s an angel on your shoulder,”
he states, adamantly—
I squint my eyes, unable to see
this
profound illusion.
Still, coming from a man
who’s
come back from the brink
makes
me think…
“Why would such creature come to
visit a woman with stains on her soul?”
Perhaps these months of penance, served
—if you believe in such things—
have set things right to make me “whole.”
After all he’s been through its hard to conceive
that he still perceives angels,
and still can ‘believe’
© Ginny Brannan
2015
