Note From the Author: Yeah, it's been a while since I've posted anything, let alone a poem...I was starting to feel "inactive" on this website...But aside from that, I wrote a Cowboy Bebop poem! This is really for the end of the series, from the perspectives of both Spike and Julia, and it just kinda...came out of my head, so...enjoy?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, no matter how much I may want to.
Did it really matter
That we never took off
Went away
That we stayed put
Just as we were told
We've seen stormy days
When the sun wouldn't stop shining
And all we wanted
Was to sit in the dark
We've seen sunny days
Clouded by the smoke of a gun
We were never meant to hold
Is it too late to change our minds
And remember
None of this ever happened
The clock's been ticking
While we've been away
But time's stood completely still
Would we ever go back
On a stormy day
Filled with nonexistent rain
In the middle of the single place
That was meant to be our home
Were we meant to be alone
I never understood till now
Just how much it would matter to have
An empty hand
And a cigarette
Claiming
There was nothing there to hold
And maybe,
Had we tried a little harder,
We could have gone a little further
To a world where we could
Reread our story
And live through the kinks again
Without a single worry
Because we already knew the end
So here we lay
Still so far apart
Waiting for the chance
To be next to the other while we lay
Soldiers of the lonely kind
The ones who dream of heaven
While we condemn ourselves to hell
We've already gone
Vanished
Closed our eyes
On the brighter side
Moving on to a brighter world
It's here that we ask ourselves
If it ever really mattered
