A/N: A poem from Pheobe's POV as she leaves Cole in the mauseoleum at the end of "Bride And Gloom". I know they've gotten back together since then, this was just one of my little spur-of-the-moment things. None of the characters belong to me, and I'm not getting any money for this poem.
Too Late
by Joan
Too late, my love,
it's too late for us.
Never can it ever be
as it once was.
Good and evil once were one
with such a clear line in between;
but now I know that evil's
everywhere, even if unseen.
Perhaps the good is, too,
but it's best for everyone's sake
if we suffer heartbreak now
to keep us all safe.
One last kiss, searching scared,
for a way to say goodbye.
It's the hardest thing I've ever done
as my soul screams and I try not to cry.
I don't want to leave, don't want to
ever let go of your hand.
But yet I oh so slowly
wrench my feet from where they stand.
And as I leave you at last, my love,
the armies of angels fall.
As I climb the stairs you see the flicker
of my shadow on the wall.
But as I flee this place
and my face is wet with tears,
I hear you call, "I'll never give up;
I'll still be waiting here."
