I Can Write Words Better Than I Can Speak Them

[b][u]Comeuppance[/u][/b]
I don't remember when it started,
Perhaps on a bright winter Holiday,
Or when we were crunching numbers
In our dingy office one sultry May.

I don't remember how it happened,
May be it was when I called in sick (too sick to cook)
And you turned up at my house
With warm soup and some kebab sticks.

Perhaps it was that party where
I was drunk and alone,off my head,
And you rescued me & stayed with me
Till you tucked me safely in my bed.

I don't remember the 'when' & 'how'
But I can surely tell,
Slowly, like a dew drop on a young leaf,
My guardian angel, in your arms I fell.

I don't know how you always know
When your name crosses my mind,
You always turn up like my shadow
As if we're one soul in two bodies entwined.

I've always told you
in one way or another,
You're a blessing from heaven that I have never deserved.

I often wonder
If it's all God's plan
Of giving me a taste of heaven
Before He takes away what he can.

Because, as pure as you may be,
My guardian angel,
You've hurt me with your innocent ways-
In ways I cannot tell.

I can only wonder if -
you're my Comeuppance,
For all the mistakes I made in the past,
For all the times I hurt someone and didn't care two pence.