Realising now its too late
It should have been you..no other
Only you to share my bed
You who stood by me
Each time I fell from grace
Upon dark winter nights
Bottles making a mockery
Bleeding poetry from my fate
Too drunk to hear your words
Too blind to understand or see
That you were my guardian angel
An anchor for my gift of words
You..willing to watch me die
Without the need to judge my sins
Only now do I realise your true emotion
As we travel our separate ways
For Heaven of poetry has a place
For a guardian angel.