Disclaimer:
If I did own NCIS, which I don't, all y'all TATE fans would have something to smile about, you get my drift? But unfortunately I don't! The legendary Bellisario does. That man's done some damn good work, he deserves to own it!
A/N:
A TATE poem about Kate's Death. Sort of from Tony's POV!
It's not very good, I just felt like posting it!
Enjoy!
xxx
A Lost love
When you lose someone you care for,
Their death hits you hard,
You feel as if the grieving won't end,
There's an empty space in your heart.
When it happens so fast,
Like the click of a finger,
Their alive, then their gone,
No time to linger.
They can't hold on,
Just to say goodbye,
And you spend your life,
Asking the question 'Why?'
Why does this life have to be so cruel?
When your friend is simply shot from above,
Why is this life so unfair?
When you realise the dead, is the one you love.
You no longer want to go on living,
What is there left to live for?
Sitting alone, just waiting,
For the person you lost to knock on the door.
You wish so hard to change the past,
You long for the chance to turn back the clock,
To erase the hurt, the pain, the loss,
And every tear that ever dropped.
If only he could be with her one last time,
To warn her of her fate,
If only he could have admitted he loved her,
That he wanted to be with her, with Kate.
Though none of this is possible,
She's gone, she's dead,
Tony could keep her alive,
In his heart and his head.
If he said goodbye,
He knew she would hear,
And wherever she was,
She would shed a tear.
As he stares at the body,
He knows she's not there,
He can feelher essence has moved on,
Her soul is elsewhere.
A warm breeze flows past him,
He closed his eyes,
The air encircles him, it sounds like a whisper,
He knew this was her saying 'Goodbye.'
