Heaven's Lament
by layniebleargh
~ X ~
The tea that I have warmed for you has gone cold already.
The fire I have lit in the grate has been exhausted to mere embers.
The blanket we have used to share has been lonely and untouched in a corner.
The window has remained shut in the long time I have waited.
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You did not come.
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Would there be no midnight visits anymore?
No welcoming breeze as I opened my window for you?
No familiar warmth as we wrap ourselves with the blanket we often used?
No comfortable silence as we watch the flames merrily dance in the grate?
No quiet conversations as we slowly drink steaming cups of tea?
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Ah, my rational timidly reminded, there couldn't be.
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The smoldering look in your eyes I couldn't see again.
The enticing fragrance of your dark brown locks I couldn't smell again.
The sweet nothings you delicately whisper solely to me I couldn't hear again.
The soft, passionate lips of yours I couldn't taste again.
Your body, your soul – I couldn't touch again.
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There would be no more experience for us to share; you have left me alone to face a future so uncertain without you.
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Amidst the haunting of our past, I feel cold, lost – and loved.
How many times have you said that sweet, painful word to me, heart racing underneath my hands?
How many times have you kissed me so tenderly, promising I am and would be the only one before your eyes?
It is the love you have clearly – strongly – shown to me that reduced my being to this state of distress.
Too many emotional strings attached, I have heard others say.
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Oh, how I loved you – how we loved one another!
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As reality slowly – very slowly – sinks in, I cannot help but feel my heart clench.
There would be no midnight visits anymore because you're –
.
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.
.
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You're dead.
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And as I excruciatingly collect myself in an effort to move on, 'live' as your last word bid me, I sincerely hope that wherever you are right now you – Neji – are free, at peace, and loved.
~ X ~