Old Friend Angel (For Angela)

Always fun, funky, sweet, my dear angel,

entertaining friend, not quite a goddess -

i'd have no more or less.  On you i'd dwell.

So compassionate, almost in excess,

to those who did not strike you the wrong way,

but i saw the venom for those who did.

i liked you, but i know not what to say;

to keep favor, my affection i hid.

i saw those you loved and those that you lost -

you ached, and that hurt to see.

They were not for you - nor was i - the cost

was a yaer lost for all that would not be.

Now, you have another and so much glee,

and i still love you in my memory.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not commenting yet, especially if the person in question sees this poem, except to say that this is out of affection and fond memories.  No jealousy...ever.

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