pattianne lonely angry phone calls beacons in the night I would walk off into water to rid me of this life spinning into darkness desperate for some light I was lost to myself standing alone on the street rain pouring down my face moments appear only once footprint patterns trace calling out to the sky a torn sad juggling clown carelessly tossing pride and purpose invisible without a sound rolling through fright and mist my life falling through my hands dreaming of the love I missed reaching down you held me curled up and huddled tight lying with a childlike grin opening my tired and shallow eyes finally able to see I found a perfect angel gently handing my life back to me