The man or the mask?

by Melanie Swirls

Poem. Evey ponders on the 5th of november after V's death if she really loved V and thinks about why she misses him. No flames. MovieVerse.

I loved him.

Did I love the mask,

Or did I love the man behind the idea?
I wish I knew.

I loved him.

He taught me everything I needed to know.

I loved him.

Loved his intellect and his voice,

Loved his touch and the noise.

I loved him.

Why couldn't love be enough?

I loved him.

And now I stand hear,

Crying until there is no tears.

I miss him,

Miss his movies and his antics.

Miss his ideals and his brilliance.

I'll remember him,

For I see no better reason

To remember the 5th of November.

He loved me.

Too bad I can't find any reassurance in that.

Too bad I can't find any other emotion in that.

I never saw his face,

Just a smiling Guy Fawkes mask.

I never wanted him to leave,

But he did,

And he lost his life like that.

Good-Bye V.

I can always wait for you.

Good bye me,

For I died beside you.

Did I really love the man?

Or did I love the mask?