Christopher Buchheit

(Portland, Oregon)

Guardian Angel

So suddenly it seems our roads diverged,
Leading us down paths likely to never meet again;
But like an angel your spirit follows me always
An angelic spirit beckoning me to recall days gone by,
Days when everything was strange and new.
When your sweet serenity calmed every fear,
Whether it was you hypnotic eyes,
Your glowing warmth or graceful presence,
Or the smile that I still see today.

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