I tried to let my heart, rest it's wings but it always start to wiggle and jiggle hearing you in the shimmer of the silence, feeling you in the space between white lines never looking away from your eyes holding a card, a little longer than it should, for i am yours and you who questions why wondering about what you have left behind that i hold "the footprint" all angels leave a mark on this world yours are made by guiding me home, inside my fragile bones