the steady sound of raindrops falling, the cool breeze against my skin — leaving goosebumps in its wake, surrounded by dark, gloomy architecture my body heavy as stone, a weight i won’t be able to carry much longer yet i keep walking because i see them them, graced by the sun — graced by the heavens themselves, seeming to live in a world parallel to mine a world filled with color i collapse, no longer able to carry myself forward stealing one last glance at that angel before they turn the corner and leave me behind i force myself back up they’re only inches away close enough to touch i reach out as far as i can, aching just to graze their skin but they’ve already turned the corner leaving me behind crumpled against the wet concrete