I think it was in fall 2011 when I took a paintbrush to the bedroom wall
in the house that we both shared
sitting on my bed you watched me shape the words in shiny black

LOVE IS A DANGEROUS ANGEL

I’ve always wondered if you painted over it when I left
or if you allowed it to stay long after I was gone
you’re the only person I ever read an entire book out loud to

but now you are gone too

maybe some part of me could see ahead and it was meant to be a message

love was dangerous
and you
became an angel