With tears and forgiven thoughts, never the day it came to leave from down the below. As days widen the voices of the hurting angel, it left and segregated from you, leaving a scratch no one could see. Chasing winds that blow against the faded mornings and brightened nights, they left with punt of guilt. Nothing a breath of wisdom could hide from learning your guardian left you and sunk its very thought. Forgive the sorrow, but not the heart that gives you the pain. But remember the one who always known and always forgave.