For AngelCoon...

Clutching nothing but the memories
Of her once upon a time
A fantasy that fades so quickly
Now seen only by the blind

She stands before the doorway
Of a love that's long been shut
Perhaps 'twas never opened
Thinking that'd be just her luck

Angel's waiting in the rain
With no hope held in her heart
She turns and walks away
Both love and life are torn apart

Now it's her turn to extinguish
The dreams of loved ones in her life
With heavy heart and tired hand
She pulls the drapes, and says goodbye

Author's Note: A lot of people have questioned me about the "Angel's waiting in the rain" line, so let me explain. This poem was written for my friend, Elizabeth, whose online name was AngelCoon. Thus, her nickname was Angel. The line is saying that "She's waiting in the rain". But I used the pronoun 'she' too many times, and I wanted to mix it up a little. Sorry for any confusion.