They are talking about me again.
I know by the way they look at me,
with their eyes full of sorrow.
I know by the sound of their voices.
No longer lively and cheerful,
but low and painful.
I lie on the floor,
lifting my head and watching them with big brown eyes.
The girl strokes my head and clenches me closer, gently sobbing.
I can feel her heartache.
She can feel my pain.
The pain I have concealed for so long is finally unbearable.
I cannot hide it.
I shiver.
They watch me closely,
I see their faces dampen.
It is a different kind of pain to watch their sorrowful eyes.
I wish I could tell them that the angels are here.
Watching over the girl.
Watching over my friend.
Watching over the man and woman, and the smaller girl too.
One angel is sitting by me, whispering in my ear.
They say I'll be safe.
One day, they say, when I fall asleep,
They will take me to a better place where I will always be happy.
Somewhere I can watch over my family,
and all of the pain will be gone.
They promise everything will be okay..
I wish there was a way to tell the girl with the wet face..
An angel is looking after me.
I love you Cole..
Forever, and always.
