One day, I offered my Lord the Angel a gift.

 

It wasn't much, but it was all I had.

I held it outstretched on flattened palms, and proffered it to him.

I was not afraid my gift would break.

 

My Lord the Angel took the object in his hands.

Silver flashes sparked past the veins in his forehead.

"What is this you are giving me?" he asked.

"My Lord, it is a gift." I answered, and hoped he would accept.

My Lord the angel frowned.

"This object is not exactly what I want." he spoke.

"Granted, I can try it out and see,

but if it doesn't please me I can throw it away.

Therefore, your gift is disposable."

 

My Lord the Angel looked at it again.

Gold threads rippled through his outspread wings.

"Why is it that you give it?" he asked.

"My Lord, it is my wish." I answered, not daring to look up.

My Lord the Angel sighed.

"This object is not exactly what I look for." he said.

"I have something in my other hand,

that feels more comfortable to me.

Therefore, your gift is replaceable."

 

My Lord the Angel turned it over in his hand.

The very stars reflected the colours of his aura.

"What does it mean to you?" he asked.

"My Lord, it is my all." I answered, and hoped that he believed.

My Lord the Angel shrugged.

"This object is not exactly what I need." he said.

"I can choose to discard what doesn't suit,

and change it to something new.

Therefore, your gift is recycleable."

 

My Lord the Angel looked at me.

His blazing blue eyes looked straight through mine.

"Disposable, replaceable, recycleable.

I do not want your gift."

 

My Lord the Angel put my heart back

into my still streched hands and left.

The object broke.