Hiiiiii! This is Princess Miyazawa with my first posted His And Her Circumstances poemy/fic thingie. Yay, finally, I'm crossing into the HHC void! Sorry for the lines dividing the stanzas, but it was the only way I could keep them separated. Well... This is a poem telling a story in Kazuma's POV, and that may be all I can say about it. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own His And Her Circumstances.
A step.
Pause.
Another step.
Pause.
Steps melting into each other as if you're
Sluggish with fatigue.
But those lounging in
Lethargy don't normally
Show the same mournfulness
As you do.
Dulled emerald eyes
Like rain-craving blades
Of grass.
A sloping line
Dictates your mouth.
Even your hair
Reflects your melancholy,
Golden waves
Without its sheen.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"There's something troubling you.
What is it?"
"I told you, nothing."
A forged smile
As flimsy as plastic
Greets me before you dash outside.
Sprinting into the golden
Cascade of sunshine,
I seize your hand,
Pull you out of your stride.
"Please tell me,"
I can't help but plead.
"You can confide in
Your little brother, right?"
A smile to coax you into
Confiding in me.
Same flat green.
Green as decaying algae.
"I'm fine."
A toneless reply to match
Your eyes.
"No, you aren't," I insist.
"And I'm not letting you go
Until you tell me."
A flame races
Through those once dead eyes.
"I said I'm fine!"
You yell before yanking
Your tiny hand from my
Sweaty one and attempt
To run once again.
"Tsubasa…"
"Leave me alone!"
"… I was just going to ask you
If you wanted to get
An ice cream cone with me."
You stop and turn to me,
But not with the eagerness
Of a flower to the sun.
Rage makes your mouth turn into
An angry "O."
"…DO YOU THINK THAT I NEED
AN ICE CREAM CONE
TO BE HAPPY!
I'M NOT TEN!"
Brightly colored expletives
Explode like firecrackers in
The muggy summer air.
Holding my ears doesn't make
Your screams grow any softer.
My voice is only louder
To topple over yours and
Reach your ears.
"I don't think you're ten!" I yell frantically.
"I just want to…"
Your screams fall to the ground
Before I finish my sentence.
Resignation sighs in your voice as you say,
"Fine."
Hand in hand, we walk from our house.
Our shadows are stretched out by
The dying sun that still
Burns down on us as if it were
Noon instead of five.
I wear down the
Dune of vanilla ice cream on my cone,
But you haven't even
Unwrapped your cherry popsicle.
"My mother died giving birth to me," you say.
If she hadn't had me,
She'd still be alive.
I love being with you,
But I can't help but wonder if
It's a betrayal to Mom to not miss her.
If she were alive,
I would never have met you.
And I don't regret meeting you or your mom…
So am I selfish?"
"No, you're not selfish.
Your mother gave up her life for you.
She's watching you even though she isn't here.
And even before you were born,
She loved you.
I know that she would've wanted you to be happy.
So don't blame yourself, Tsubasa.
It wasn't and still isn't your fault."
A crystal tear escapes the confines of your eye
As you offer a wavy smile as
Compensation for your anger.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you
And for not telling you sooner,"
You apologize meekly.
"It's fine," I say.
Then, in a light sea breeze voice,
I whisper,
"Let's go to the beach."
The sun melts into the oceanas we hear
The diamonds of white sand munch
On the soles of our shoes.
The wind sends my hair soaring
In the orange sky, while your
Ropes of thick honeyed
Pigtails swing gently
By your moon-pale face.
"Race you to the ocean!" you yell
And sprint out of your sandals, across the sand to the
Aquamarine vastness.
My sneakers are yanked off as,
Grinning, I rush after you.
I laugh with the seagulls
That watch us from their skyward perches
On the dock.
The sapphire droplets
Rush at me by command of your tiny
Hands and legs.
My hand unsuccessfully
Shields my face as I laugh even harder.
My assault comes in the form
Of chunks of waves thrown at you.
My hands scoop up the salty water
And target your smiling face.
You free your popsicle
From the wrapper and
Messily eat it.
An exaggerated yawn, then
"You gotta do better than that, Kazuma!"
"Oh, yeah?" I counter.
Dipping my hands in the water,
I hover low over the ocean like a tiger,
Determined to make you
Eat your words.
A secret wave that conspired with you
To defeat me flies at my legs and
Sends me toppling into the shallow water.
The most miraculous sound is your laughter.
Low at first, then louder.
Crashing around me like cymbals,
But as melodic as harps.
A song I haven't heard for weeks,
The most sacred sound.
Your mouth is stretched wide,
Outlined with red popsicle juice.
You look like a joyous clown.
Or a little girl whose lips are
Smeared in Mommy's lipstick,
Declaring she's grown-up.
Your eyes are as luminous
As the shining sea and
Your hair sparkles in the sunset.
Tulip pink ribbons are enticed by the breeze.
They unwind themselves from the end of your braids.
The ropes come undone and
Shroud your face in lovely waves.
My ice cream cone falls from my hand
As I approach you and
Smother your sweetened mouth with mine.
Like a fish freed from the comfort of the water,
You break away, gasping
And look at me…
Smiling.
There are three things that are melting at this moment:
My ice-cream cone,
The sun, and
Me.