autumn coloured angel bones

I opened up my arms just loose enough to know she could go anytime she wanted
and I closed my arms just tight enough to know she could stay for as long as she wanted

I wondered if she felt the same brand of loneliness I did

Through the autumn coloured sweater that hugged her skin so tight,
her shoulder blades poked out like stumps of little angel wings

I felt everything that she pressed against my body,
every twitch, every soundless sob, every breath

I wondered if my arms were enough to protect an angel

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