Picture
His Picture faded long ago.
The colors faded to lighter shades.
It's bent from being folded so many times.
And it's stained with fingerprints and tears.
Though the picture is old I will not throw it out.
It is all I have left.
It is the only thing that remains of the one I loved.
The one I lost.
The picture is the only way sometimes I remember what he looked like.
Sometimes it's so hard to picture in my mind.
But everytime I close my eyes all I see is the last time I saw him.
The blood staining black.
And pain hidden not so well behind his eyes.
I miss him so.
My little fire demon.
With the spikey black hair and crimson eyes.
The angry stares.
My sad little Hiei.
My lost demon.
My lost love.