A/N: Sorry it's been so long, guys, but I only update this when I think of a good idea. I was really bored during my study hall today and this poem came to mind! Angel's poem, after she's dead, to (who else?) Collins. One of my personal faves!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

You

By Angel Dumott Schunard

I never meant to hurt you

Never meant to make you cry

I didn't want to see you sob

As you watched my life slip by.

But I couldn't last forever

All good things must end

The best times of my life, you know,

Were when you were my friend.

But you were more than just a friend to me

I want to let you know

You were my lover

And my life

I just wish I could show.

How you meant the world to me

And even more than that

The memories you've given me

And the ones I've given back.

Those little things you did a lot

The things that make you you

The way you started out nervously

"Are we a thing?"

We were everything!

Honey – I'll always cherish that.

The way you smiled and laughed each day

The way you drank incessantly

You couldn't keep a steady job

You said you'd rather spend time with me.

You were always there for our friends

Even when I died

They wouldn't stop arguing –

You broke it up and cried.

The love we shared was so profound

I knew I'd found the light

When I first found you, Christmas Eve

That fateful, special, happy night.

I just want you to know I love you still

I hold you close every day

Though you can't see me, feel me, hear me

I never am away.

We must keep moving on with ourselves

It's 'No day but today'

You have to keep hold of what you've got

And never give it away.

I love you,

Thomas B. Collins.

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