Don't leave me

 I have an angel holding my hand

Don't really leave me,

don't ever fully go.

Be the rain,

be the sky I look up to,

be the stars,

or a rainbow.

Give me a sign,

any sign,

and I'll know you're still walking beside me.

Be a butterfly

or a rose petal,

or the scent of snowy mornings.

Come visit me often.

Speak to me in all the ways you know.

And in any way, I'll listen.

But don't truly leave me.

Call me, talk to me, whisper to me.

Drop a feather

at the foot of my bed

on a weary morning,

my angel,

and I'll know you're still here.