This poemfic is from Tenchi's POV about one of the characters dying and how he feels about it.
Disclaimer: Tenchi Muyo and its characters do not belong to me. They belong to Pioneer and whoever else made this wonderful show that I wish they'd sell me for a dollar. =)
She Waits For Us
I hate winter.
It is the only time
I cannot feel her presence
Inside the house,
With me.
I can still see her
In the main room, watching t.v.
Or stitching
One of those endless pieces of fabric
That, once done,
Decorated all free surfaces of the house.
Subtly she announced
That a lady lived there.
I still see her at her window
Gazing out wistfully.
She never let on, except to her sister
That she sketched and wrote
Leaving behind amazing stories
Accompanied by beautiful pictured
For her sister
About a magical girl.
But I see her best in the garden.
It was her place
Like the kitchen was her sister's
The cave for her enemy/friend.
I can see her at work
Flowers surrounding her
As she was lost in a task.
She was a flower herself
Grown in a disciplined
Greenhouse of a world.
To her, Earth was a wild place
Full of a rough charm
That stole her heart,
A place free of artifice.
She wanted so badly to be free.