Waiting for You

You left me when I was three,
and I still hold onto your precious memory.
Sometimes I feel you,
hugging me when I'm sad.

I know that you aren't very far away,
when you do that.
But I feel like you are a zillion,
light years away,
why won't you come back to me?

Sometimes I miss you so bad,
I can barely move,
as the tears stream down my face,
are you there,
waiting for me,
like you said you would?

Remeber how I used to ask you,
to wait for me,
and beg for a sign?
Remeber how I would get mad,
when I never got it?

Remeber the day I received it?
I was so happy,
I knew that you hadn't truely left,
you would wait for me,
with open arms,
that I could fall into,
when it was my time to join you.

Sometimes,
I gaze out my window,
in longing,
for something I know I can't have,
just yet.
I'm waiting for you.

I know that I haven't finished my work,
it's not my time to go yet.
I have to keep doing my job,
of being an angel in the dark,
and spreading hope,
just like God has asked.

I feel you smiling down on me,
I love you,
forever and ever,
and forever,
will you be precious.

You aren't truely gone,
you are alive in my heart,
and you will always be an angel.