A Simple Goodbye

I was a fertile garden
When wind brought forth a seed.
My god shipped me an angel,
Upon me he would feed.

I was a feeble panic.
He was a dying breed.
My debts rang to the heavens
Then blessing morphed to weed.

I was a frigid winter
And shelter was my creed.
Stupor kissed my fingertips.
Sweet numbness was my steed.

I was a lifeless widow.
The angels could not plead.
Freedom slept beside me then
So I began to bleed.

I was a hollow chorus.
His roots had all been freed!
Now rainfall has no lover.
Goodnight my darling seed.