Dust by Julia L.

My angel, guardian, and keeper of peace

I lean on you in times of grief.

I need you, my angel, to keep me straight.

I need you more than ever, to keep me safe.

When filled with self-doubt,

You are dripping with hope.

You calm me, my angel,

Keep my anger at bay.

Please save me, my angel,

So I can see the light of day.

But what happens, little angel,

When you fly away?

When you disappear?

Or when you get preoccupied

With some other peer?

What happens, guardian,

When you turn to dust?

And leave me here to wither and rust!

Shall I wait for you, angel?

In this one little spot

Planted right here on this very dot.

I’ll wait, little angel, but don’t take too long

Or I might soon be gone.