She was dead
How could he let this happen
He had done everything
stayed by her side
Held her every minute he had the chance
He even thought of her in the midst of battle
What had he done wrong?
Was he just another victim
of that beautiful beast, they call love
That sweet torcher that every man has experienced
Fire, rage, passion, love,… hatred
What would he have to do in order to get her back?
What must he give to see his one true love
His only destiny?
His heart?
What must he do to get it back
What must he do to live again
To run down those meadows with her
To hold her warmth to his chest
To feel what love feels like for just one more day
And the worst part is
Nobody knew
Nobody knew the pain her death caused him
Nobody knew how she made him feel
How her life had resurrected his
How she had taken the slave everyone saw
And made him free
She had broken his chains
She gave him new meaning
And nobody knew how important she was to him
Perhaps nobody ever will
Romeo and Juliet were lucky
They got to live and die together
And in the end no one had to keep a secret
What he would give to have just once
Kissed her at the end of the battle
When her love was what he needed the most
When he could kiss her out in the open for everyone to see
When he could where his ring proudly upon his finger
And have her known as his
And his alone
But he's here alone on this 'Thrown'
What sin did he commit?
Which divine law had he unwittingly broken
For his life
To become his own personal hell on earth
Was love his mistake?
If so then he will live with this punishment
For he will stand up for his right, to love, and be loved in return
His children
She had given him children
Had they survived?
What were their names?
Did they know about their father?
Not like he would live to really be a father for them
He wanted to though, even now he wants to.
To live to be the father he guesses he would have wanted
He should have been there
In the room with his wife
as every husband should
Maybe if he had been there
If he had just opened his eyes
And seen the light
Maybe just maybe
She wouldn't be dead
She would be here right next to him
Holding a blanket wrapped angel to her chest
As he held the other to his
Oh how great a mother she would be
And what a pathetic excuse for a father he would be…
…he is
Jedi or Sith I didn't matter which side he was
Because he would be a living corps on both
With no heart beat
No feeling
No morality
…no love
