Goodbye, my angel

I love to take pictures.

I really love it, you know.

Just the feeling of having a memorie of something special,

something you might want to keep for a long long time.

It's just a little piece of paper,

but when I look at my photo's I once made..

I can feel the beautyness of that moment,

of that place, at that time.

When I first saw you I knew you would be hard to forget.

That moment I realised I'd never seen someone

who looked like an angel, so pure, so unreal.

But I didn't take a picture.

Maybe three, not more.

Three is just nóthing if you compare it with the one I take per month,

per week, per day, and especially per 'angel'.

When I look back now, I really have no idea

why I didn't force myself to collect some memories.

I might have think this time it would be more,

be longer, and that I didn't had to worrie.

That I had to enjoy the moment,

and that I could collect memories in the future.

As many as I would.

Now you are fading away.

I don't even know if you already left me without a goodbye.

I take this as a lesson of god.

If you are lucky, sometimes an angel will come

and share his beautyness from above with you.

And angels don't have to be photographed to be remembered.