Kagome.
Her name echoes,
Through my head as if
It was empty.
As her voice drowns out my thoughts,
My head empties rapidly,
Leaving more space for
Echoes to bounce,
And repeat,
Only instead of fading,
It grows in volume until,
Even my thoughts give me no refuge.

Kagome.
I cannot think her name,
With out smiling.
I cannot get angry at her,
Any more.
I try to speak to her,
Yet when she responds I drown.
Drown slowly in her
Deep stormy eyes.
Eyes that reflect clouds of regret,
Held at bay
By the optimistic face
She hides behind.

Kagome.
She isn't particularly pretty,
Yet perfect in my eyes.
Not the smartest of her kind,
And yet her wisdom amazes me.
She doesn't try,
To attract me,
And yet,
She does.
Oh, Kagome.
I heard that opposites attract.
I didn't listen to the wise man who said that,
Heck,
Before she came,
I didn't listen to anyone.
But now.........

Kagome.
How I long to say her name out loud.
Each day,
I practice the words,
I could say.
To say to have her choose me.
But every time.
I lose my nerve.
Kagome!
Day by day
You continue to show no signs
That you notice.
And-
Day after day,
I suffer
More and more.
I want you-
No.
I need you!

And so.
Please Kagome.
Give me a sign.
Either yes,
Or no.
Either would relieve me,
From this.
Blissful suffering.
Kagome!

Kagome............