A Yearning That Hangs On Still

A shuffling of footsteps.

I look out, but there’s no one.

I try to fall back to sleep, staring up at the sky peppered with stars.

Something warm touches my shoulder lightly.

I look back, but there’s nothing.

I feel my guardian angel’s presence.

A longing.

A yearning

that hangs on still.

My Guardian Angel

Every time I look back, there I see him right behind me, right where he promised to be. Urging me to carry on, I hear this voice, "Take the path you always yearned for".

Tragically, this isn't at all where I wanted to be. I never asked for this. But sometimes life's like that.

I search his face for signs of mock, I find nothing. Instead I find an angelic smile that never fades away. So I take this road, solely because I want to find out where it ends; how far the journey will take my to my destined place or how near to it.