Fighting When You're Gone

by reminiscent-afterthought

[post ep48, pre-end of ep50] It was okay, wasn't it, to stop fighting after you were dead and the afterlife was just around the corner?

A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge at the DFC (link's in profile), Section A (0-500 words), prompt 009 – write a poem 100-150 words long.

And this addresses a point in my headcanon you may or may not agree with. :D Just an fyi.

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Fighting When You're Gone

It's okay, right?

I don't have to keep on fighting, now that
I'm gone. Scanned. Deleted.
Dead.

I don't have to keep on hurting, right?
Keep on saying it doesn't hurt
even when it does

Because there's no time for tight boots in war, is there?
But they're still there, and they still hurt,
and really, that's what started this whole mess
with me, and they're still there.
That hasn't changed at all.

I might've found a few things
but there's still that pain in my heart that won't go,

But it's fine now, right?
I've done my part, fought and won
and send him back for me.
I can just stay here, right?
Not battle through that cutting wind
back to life –

But I can hear people calling me
from beyond.
I guess it's not alright after all
to just go on.