Faceless angels

Looking up at the passing clouds.
The planes are low on fuel they're crashing down.
It's never quite the same the second time around.
Shadows passing faces walking through the crowds.

Voices in your head
things that you should have said.

Smiles faded the past rang true.
Sweating collars and ties hang loose.
Mounting the courage to climb your stoop,
the flowers forgotten, the boy - he grew.

And faceless angels said,
"we feel much better now our lives are spent"