For the person who gave me wings.
Who placed my halo on my head.
Who gave me my name.
For the person I am sending to.
My wings that were once held by your arms
Are now missing your warmth.
Slowly watching their feathers fall,
Losing their golden color.
My halo that was once touched by your lips
Is now rusting copper.
Quietly creaking off my head,
Leaving flakes of rust.
As my wings fall apart
And my halo rusts away,
I send my final letter to you
Even if you never read it.
