A/N: Sigh... I actually dislike this poem... But I need to clean some things out, so…
This can actually apply to anyone with black eyes. But I'll say it's SasuSaku.
Leaf
Wind blew over sand that blinded my eyes.
Tears fell across in tracing my cheek.
And still I sobbed harder, not caring it's pathetic
even though I'd sworn not to cry again.
The night was hollow, of gusty drafts,
and there I sat alone, in the moonlight.
You sit across me, staring blankly,
forgotten memories, forgotten me.
"Are you alright?" you asked with concern.
And still I cried, of heartache or pain.
There was a frown, visible behind your bandaged face,
wondering what was wrong.
So I controlled myself, forced out emotions—
stupid things; unneeded luxury.
I smiled, so fake it hurt.
But you didn't know, hesitantly smiling back.
Eyes—familiar black I had once known—
drifted up to my head, catching
something of interest. You
grinned, child-like, and asked,
"What is it?" Curiosity burning.
I've never seen you smile.
Shocked, my fingers fumbled and gripped of
a heavy metal weighing down...
There was a familiar insignia, engraved upon
the shiny silver band, nailed against
a piece of velvety soft cloth.
A thin line carved through the swirl.
Tears prickled behind my eyes,
like wounds broken once more.
I stole a glance—
You didn't see.
"Leaf," was my reply.