Slowly slipping
In and out.
Of all she has lived for.
All her hopes and dreams,
Her entire life,
Flickering,
As I can do nothing
But wait,
And pray,
And silently scream for a way-
Any way
To keep her here.
With me.
It's sad,
As now as she's leaving,
With only memories in her wake
I finally realize what I want.
What I need.
And that is her.
But-
As I learn she is the one,
I cannot live without,
Her heart beats,
Ever slower
Her chest rises,
Ever lower,
As she lies,
Ever stiller,
In my arms,
The very arms that,
Not long before,
Were wrapped around another.
But now I know.
She is the one.
Her eyes focus,
In and out.
Sometimes meeting mine,
Sometimes blank as mirrors.
My vision swims,
In unshed tears,
Yet they do not fall.
I won't cry.
If I do,
I might miss her last moments,
I might miss her last words,
I must watch her,
Protect her,
Until she either grows strong,
Or grows still.
The enemy,
Dead.
My comrades,
Resting.
And yet my love,
My light,
My life,
Dying.
While I watch.
All the strength I have,
All the anger flowing in my veins,
All the words I wish to say,
Can't save her.
Won't save her.
If those three,
Simple words,
Could save her life right now,
I would yell them in front of the world,
Scream them with all the emotion that has built up,
And then cry them over her,
If only she would stand up and respond.
But she won't.
I know that.
And so,
I can do nothing more then whisper,
Those three,
Simple words,
As I hold her close,
And pray she has held onto consciousness long enough,
To hear me,
And to understand.
I now regret,
With all the pain,
Sorrow,
Suffering,
In my heart,
That I had told her my true feelings.
If she had known,
And turned me down,
Would have been better then,
Her never knowing,
That she would be remembered,
That someone would put flowers on her grave,
And that she would live on,
Forever,
Inside someone's memories,
And tears of grief.
Perhaps,
If I had wished for,
Courage of heart,
Instead of demonic power,
I would have been able to tell her,
That I loved her,
Before it was too late,
But now it is,
And I must spend the rest of my days,
Never knowing if I was loved back,
Never knowing if she would have shed tears,
Over my grave,
Had our destinies been switched.
And so,
Once more I pray,
That my darling angel,
Not of this world any more,
Can hear me.
One last time.
Please.
"Kagome..... I love you"
In and out.
Of all she has lived for.
All her hopes and dreams,
Her entire life,
Flickering,
As I can do nothing
But wait,
And pray,
And silently scream for a way-
Any way
To keep her here.
With me.
It's sad,
As now as she's leaving,
With only memories in her wake
I finally realize what I want.
What I need.
And that is her.
But-
As I learn she is the one,
I cannot live without,
Her heart beats,
Ever slower
Her chest rises,
Ever lower,
As she lies,
Ever stiller,
In my arms,
The very arms that,
Not long before,
Were wrapped around another.
But now I know.
She is the one.
Her eyes focus,
In and out.
Sometimes meeting mine,
Sometimes blank as mirrors.
My vision swims,
In unshed tears,
Yet they do not fall.
I won't cry.
If I do,
I might miss her last moments,
I might miss her last words,
I must watch her,
Protect her,
Until she either grows strong,
Or grows still.
The enemy,
Dead.
My comrades,
Resting.
And yet my love,
My light,
My life,
Dying.
While I watch.
All the strength I have,
All the anger flowing in my veins,
All the words I wish to say,
Can't save her.
Won't save her.
If those three,
Simple words,
Could save her life right now,
I would yell them in front of the world,
Scream them with all the emotion that has built up,
And then cry them over her,
If only she would stand up and respond.
But she won't.
I know that.
And so,
I can do nothing more then whisper,
Those three,
Simple words,
As I hold her close,
And pray she has held onto consciousness long enough,
To hear me,
And to understand.
I now regret,
With all the pain,
Sorrow,
Suffering,
In my heart,
That I had told her my true feelings.
If she had known,
And turned me down,
Would have been better then,
Her never knowing,
That she would be remembered,
That someone would put flowers on her grave,
And that she would live on,
Forever,
Inside someone's memories,
And tears of grief.
Perhaps,
If I had wished for,
Courage of heart,
Instead of demonic power,
I would have been able to tell her,
That I loved her,
Before it was too late,
But now it is,
And I must spend the rest of my days,
Never knowing if I was loved back,
Never knowing if she would have shed tears,
Over my grave,
Had our destinies been switched.
And so,
Once more I pray,
That my darling angel,
Not of this world any more,
Can hear me.
One last time.
Please.
"Kagome..... I love you"
