He said he was my angel
He said he was my guide
He said that he would be gentle
He said that he was kind
He said I was a diva, far better than the rest
He said I was a cure for his lingering darkness
I remember Carlotta failing
I remember rising high
I remember… the light.
I remember being stolen
I remember going willingly
I remember being set free.
I remember the pain on my angels face,
But does he remember me?
