And The Angels Cried

The Angels looked down from above,
watching her as she sat in anxious silence.
Waiting, hoping, wondering if her lover would appear.
They felt the agonizing loneliness that consumed her.

They listened, as she silently prayed for the screen to bring forth her as yet unseen admirer.
She yearned to read those words.
Words that had the power to tenderly caress her body,
like the soft gentle hands of a lover.

They understood her need for him.
She thirsted for, and was quenched by his impassioned prose.
Each line setting fire to her senses.
She was hopelessly lost inside a fantasy.
Slowly she reached out, softly touching the screen.

They knew her lover would not be coming.
Never again would he ravish her body with unseen hands.
Once more the jilted lover, once more unloved.
Alone she sat in bitter silence, weeping.
And the Angles cried.