"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust . . ."

Why am I sitting here?
I ask myself that-
As I look around- seeing all the pain-
The sadness-
I think I am the only one not crying-
I can't- not anymore-
I've cried so many rivers I believe my house is flooded-

Eulogies- touching and all-
I couldn't bring myself to speak-
What was there to say?
Even if I could bring words foreword- I would not have been able to utter a sound-
Just stand up in front of thousands-
And cry-

He was gone-
My lover-
my soul mate-
Was gone-

I'll never get to hold him in my arms again- kiss him good morning-
Tell him I love him- see his beautiful eyes-
Never again-
He was gone- my angel was gone-

And so now- here I stand- the wind tickling my hair as I lay a rose in front of the granite.
I run a hand across his name- feeling each letter so distinctly.
I will never love another as much- I don't think anyone will ever come close.
I feel a wetness on my cheeks.
Tears.
My familiar companion- I believe they will never leave me.
One last look, a silent prayer-
I turn my face away.

Sometimes- I can still smell his cologne- around me- and it brings me to tears- he could never leave me- that's why he's an angel-
My angel-
One who lifted his broken friend up-
But this time- as I stand outside my window on the balcony- breathing in the night air- I know he can not catch me-
Life is funny- you know?
A bitch she is- and so I say good bye to her- goodbye to my family- good bye to myself- "Hello Darren- how are you doing?"
Azure eyes glint- his silver wings rustle with the cool wind that brushes against my face.
He's frowning at me- arms folded as I balance myself on the ledge.
Closing his beautiful eyes, he sighs and disappears from the balcony-
And so do I.

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Silk curtains rustle and twist as a gentle wind picks up-
Setting a gentle kiss on his bleeding mouth, Darren Hayes silently walks down the pathway- leaving his lover's body for someone to find.
If only he had known-
A pair of emeralds is watching him- he is crying.
"I'm sorry Jonesy." The angel sighs, "I'll wait for you."
And then he disappears- leaving an anguished, lost soul behind.
"I will wait for you as well, my angel."
Glancing at his battered form- Daniel Jones turns away- down the pathway where his love once stood.

Fading away into the night, leaving only the wind to tell his story . . .