With broken, dirty wings.
Feathers missing here and there.
He got older.
There’s less whisky in his veins,
belly does not fit the shirt anymore.
He sits still, calmly smoking a cigar.
Long, grayish hair falling on his
handsome face kissed by time.
My fallen angel.
I have never thanked you for
all the nights you held me tight,
for tears that you took away.
I have never thanked you for your prayers
mumbled softly to the sky,
for giving me air when I was out of breath,
loosing my mind.
It was you who led me to the stars.
Now they shimmer in the ocean of my eyes.