Lost

"It's a slow day today…Shikaku…what am I gonna do…It's the anniversary "

Gaara sit's in his office it's been a year since he became Kazekage, but it's been sixteen years since…since the death of the one person Gaara was ever close to. It's the anniversary of Yashamaru's death. The only day that Gaara will ever cry. He starts to shuffle through papers something falls to the floor an old neat folded parcel with a black ribbon around it.

"What's this? As his eyes widened tears just unwilling began to fill his ocean blue eyes. He looks towards the skylights. A bird flew by and Yashamaru's image appeared beneath the sky of Carillon blue. "Yashamaru…I've found it. Your poem…Our poem….the one that kept you in my heart and memory. Why'd you do it? " He began to read it that sad truth he wrote 16 years before.

Why?

Why'd you leave me hear.

Alone.

Alone in this hellhole.

Since you've been gone I felt confused, twisted and used.

I don't even know who I am anymore.

When you left I felt as though a part of me is missing

I feel incomplete

May I ask you something?

Will you ever come back?

Will you ever make me feel whole again?

Will I ever know myself and be me again?...

He let go of a deep silent sigh. He looks up smiles.

Tears of sorrow no longer flowed .

"Someday uncle, Someday I'll see you again…Till then."