For Those We Loved
Send Angels to me on the sad days
Hosts of Angels holding hands
Make a bridge of feather wings from
My heart straight to heaven
For these anniversaries when
six months cuts fresh and raw as
And a year is forever
Open your foggy sky tonight
And let me feel his breath in my hair.
This poem is for the assignment of Writing 201: Poetry Day Five. The Prompt is Fog, the Form is Elegy (a focus on loss and longing) and the Device is Metaphor.
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