Missing Ryan

He touched me like
an angel,
soaring down from the clouds.
Though his wings merely
brushed me,
I am forever impacted.
His kindness was
unending,
never waiting for a reason why.
His face was
ever-smiling
never once turning to a frown.
Ryan touched me like
an angel,
soaring down from the clouds.

He was here.
Now he is gone.
But, forever, he will
be an angel.
My angel.