Well, I am feeling a bit angsty as usual and Cloud is just so easy to pick on. So enjoy this rather long piece of poetry. D;
Cloud, Aerith, and their tragic story are copyrighted to Square, not me. Though it does sound like something I would come up with.
Dearly beloved,
I don't understand
How time goes on, even without you.
My world stopped turning
The moment you left me.
How is it that no one else
Is at such a horrible stand-still?
And how is it
That no one seems
To hurt as much as I do?
The pain is more or less
Indescribable.
After decades of searching,
I found what I was looking for
And I was happy.
Somehow,
You were able to melt away
The ice that had been
Enshrouding my heart.
Somehow,
Just being with you
Filled me with happiness.
Why did everything
Have to change?
No matter how much I try,
I can't get over you.
Something tells me
I will never be able to.
Despite that I know I am hurting
Many people I hold dear
Just by dwelling on your memory,
Nothing seems to get you
Off my mind.
That makes me feel
Absolutely horrible.
I don't want to hurt my friends,
Or anyone else
Because I am too weak
To move on.
I act like I don't care about them,
But I do.
I just don't know
How to show it.
You wanted to teach me
Such things;
To show others
That I care,
To love
Without regretting,
To be happy
Even when things don't go
As planned.
And you were the first one
To try to help me
So much.
I can never, ever
Thank you enough.
You showed me that
Even though I might feel
Alone,
There will always be
People who care about me.
Yet I do still feel alone
Without you.
For a while, you were
What made me feel complete.
If I had never met you,
I would not be the person
That I am today,
But maybe
You would not have been taken away.
How selfish it is of me
To act like this
When others who lost you
Are suffering just as much.
Or perhaps,
They haven't felt the same hurt
That I do.
I wish pain this agonizing
Upon no one in eternity.
There is not a single soul
Who deserves to feel this
Except me.
Because it is my fault
That you left in the first place.
And now,
What is there left
To fight for?
A memory?
How unfortunate
That such a thing will do
No good at all in reality.
How disappointing
That a memory is paid
Little attention by society.
How tragic
That it can do nothing
To mend broken hearts.
So I ask again,
What is left?
Drops of cool rain,
Fields of sweet flowers,
Rivers of flowing ribbon?
All which do no good;
Only remind me
Of what I have lost.
I have failed myself,
And I have failed you.
I am not worthy
To ever have been called
Your guardian,
Or even a warrior
At your dispense.
With this, I cast you
Finest farewells,
The best of luck where you are,
And that you will be
Eternally happy.
I would take the privelege
Of telling you myself,
But I am impatient
To meet you again.
In my haste,
I am ready to let go of this world
For just one more chance
At being with you.
And that will be my downfall
To a place that you most certainly
Are not.
Good-bye, my dear,
One that I could never reach,
That I will love evermore
But shall never hold.
Forever yours,
A wounded soldier.