Where are the angels?

Please don’t take out the garbage just as yet my love might still be in there, counting all the times I counted star signs with individuals who had the exit sign lighting their lives; I lost count of the number of times we were slept on, lost the times we weren’t taking seriously, lost the number of times flowers died in my hands waiting for you and we lost ourselves still trying to pursue you, your eyes, your smile and your laugh... I lost that too.

Standing right next to my mind watching the sun set introducing the dawn, sipping a glass filled with brain cells and questioning my past, wondering if I hadn’t lost that one brain cell would you still be around too... watching the sun set.

All my demons were happier when you were still around, lately I’ve overheard my angels complimenting my demons, and I’m losing them too.