
An Angel

He left me with no hopes,
only memories to cherish,
the burns as a symphony,
and its imprints as souvenirs,
the deepest one etched in my heart.
“If you are reading this, this is my answer and I regret not saying it you, I love you, it has always been and always will be ” she wrote with the hope that he will read for she knew she didn’t have much time left.