On New Years Eve Day

Visited the angel (where I know you alight to comfort me, you're everywhere but do alight when I visit, I know) to bring flowers and say a prayer and read and lay down on the stone and talk to you, today, my little sweetheart. After, I let myself into the house with the key around my neck, to pick up the mail and water the garden and I sat and wrote in my notebook while sitting on your bed, everything, the treasure of my life so familiar and around me, I could almost touch it- our lost life. And then I saw these. How did I never notice before a pride (a "dazzle?" a "flock", a "rainbow"?) of unicorns on the ledge of the side window above your nightstand? It's New Years Eve Day and I listen for you. Let it all come. Let it all come to be, my angel.