I saw a man

His eyes were a honey-brown

Warm, gooey

Welcoming

Kind

His hair fell gently across his forehead

Each chestnut strand resting

Soft, perfect

His nose and mouth

Surrounded by a stubble of hair

Fell in line with each other

Messily, but beautifully

This man

An angel

I found him on the train

A woman by his side

And she

As beautiful as a flower

Blooming in the snowy ground of Germany

She smiled

Laughed

Lit up the whole train

The beauty of her being

Held a certain piece of the angel's heart

He was happy. 

I saw a man

His eyes were an opaque, darkened brown, boring into me

They held a certain pain

A lost look

They once owned a warm heart

A friendly face

But no longer could claim either

His cheeks were drained of colour

Sunken, skeletal

His body held a similar appearance

The way the wrinkles in his face

Creased and sagged

Told me a story, a brutal truth

The darkened angel

Once upon a time

Loved someone

I remember

Last January

When I was that beauty on the train

I had stolen a certain piece of his heart

But I grew a set of wings, and I left 

Taking that piece with me

You then realized

Nothing beautiful can last

Nothing you love will stay

My sweet, sweet angel

You are broken.