The Angel Collector

It was dawn

The old pharmacist had come down the stairs

Again restless

Prostrate in front of the bookcase

Looking for something

There was an angel missing

He was a strange collector

Full of crazies, but he lacked something

Since childhood always guarding his angels

In the old family bookshelf

Whenever something afflicted him

He touched a specific angel

To get rid of the bad feeling

He did this several times a day

This time it was the longing that had bothered him

But the angel was not there

To heal your pain

And no other would do

The mysterious collector was desolate

Unconformed

That loss was worse than the feeling that afflicted him

It was years bringing those angels together

And it only took seconds to lose one

Homesickness is a difficult feeling to deal with

When you don’t have an immortal to hold the load

He pedaled on the old bicycle

Your old work tool

Where he took the medicine for those who needed it

It had been a long time since he had practiced his profession

Since the accident that almost took his life

Got old, surly, lost the will to help others

Selfish, used his individuality

To try some comfort in your stupid life

He fumed with the children on his sidewalk

He kept the curtains closed

No contact with the real world

It was in your interest

Until your angel mysteriously disappears

Against any law in your foolish mind

He cycled to the old pharmacy building

Swallowed that feeling of nostalgia

He remembered when he cared

Of the lives he had helped

Of the feeling of compassion he had abdicated

But the angel of longing was not there

In fact, it has always been inside it

Buried in years of post-accident grief

Tired of so much loneliness and anguish

Decided to ride back

For the life of everyone who needed their old bicycle

This time, he wouldn't collect angels

The grouchy old man now collected people in his life.