Going, Going, Gone...

The photographs were lying on the ground, 
Red beads, shining upon them were found...
She was hurt beyond repair,
Her Guardian Angel hadn't seem to respond to her prayer...
She called and cried out to Him until she got too tired to do anything anymore, 
Assumptions flew in, till her head felt sore...
"Probably, He's too tired with all my drama... Everyone is,"
She kept telling herself she shouldn't have gotten this close to this kindness of His...
Now that He isn't around, she's surrounded by perpetual pain,
The only best friend, her sharp silver rectangular frame...
Placing it on her wrist, she looks up at the sky for one final call of plea,
The frame smoothly makes it's way, leaving a trail behind it's departure, setting the pain free...
Thinking about all the sweet memories with her Angel, she falls into this phase, 
"You're supposed to be strong", His words were the last she thought of before stepping into eternal daze...
Despite all that neglect, she still thought about Him at the end, 
Warm traces of glycerin, kissed her cheeks goodbye, and with the cool, green grass, they blend...
He got back as soon as He could, but saw her asleep; surprisingly,
Shook her by her arm, happily...
Started talking about all the things he did while he wasn't there, 
Cheerfully talked about those other lives he saved... 
"So, didn't I do a great job? Aren't I so good at what I do, sweetheart?", He questioned, 
Having not heard a single reply, He shook her again, and realized she had transcend... 
Her hand and her face were in contrast; the oozing and dried (liquid) combination, were mortifying, 
But those peacefully closed eyes and the stress-relieving smile were baffling...
Fallen down, He saw the photos shaded in deep red flakes,
He looked at her face again; Her smile made his heart ache, 
"Where did I go wrong? What did I make you do? 
In the process of saving others, I forgot you..."

-Safa Hassan