Angels Returning Home

In recent days, I have learned a lot about life,
how fleeting it is, how fragile.
I have taken for granted the years I’ve been here,
without appreciating what I have, who I am,
and above all, without being grateful that I am still here.

And as cliché as it may sound,
there are people who don’t wake up the next day;
one day they are here, and the next, they are not.

That’s how fleeting we are.
I also believe that we exist in different universes,
other versions of ourselves.

And suddenly, I found myself wondering:
could it be that someone who has left
still lives on in another universe, another reality?

What mainly makes me think is that most of the people who leave are pure souls,
and I immediately ask myself:
could there have been any way to avoid it, to save them?

Or were they truly angels in this universe,
who, inevitably, had to return home?

It gives me a bit of comfort to know that I can see you in every beautiful sunrise and sunset. 

You will be the brightest star in the sky.