Meant to hate, drifted to love
That final day it was
Just you and me.
The ones,
Who were never meant to be.
And between us laid the truth,
Our love and hate and lust,
Our feelings,
More than dust.
-
Until that day
We travelled through the history
Being told to hate and kill,
Destroy,
For the sake of victory.
And we obeyed.
I wished to tear you to peaces
And you dreamed of cutting off my head.
We were truly hateful dreamers.
We wished to see each other dead.
-
Then once,
By accident,
We met.
There was a field and river
And your curly hair was wet.
That time I was not prepared to hate
Since I was not expecting seeing you,
And then it was too late.
We were staring at each other,
Then you shrugged your shoulders.
"Why to bother?"
While I said nothing you sat down
Right next to me,
With careless yawn.
"If fight's what you desire,
Then you start it,
I'm too tired."
And I found myself a little smiling.
"I am too,
I don't feel like fighting."
That was the first time when we talked,
But not the last,
Unlike we thought.
-
Time did pass
And we had lots of fights.
But something was different:
We didn't want to take each other's lives.
"Hate, hate!" they told me, "Kill!"
But I realized,
That was not my will.
Something stronger than the hate
Grew inside of us,
I suppose because of fate.
Though it was easier just simply hate
Than to feel like I did,
Something so strong and great.
-
How did things turn out to be that way?
A war it was supposed to be,
Not true feelings,
Not betray.
-
That final day it was
Just you and me.
And we were enemies,
We had to be.
I saw the futures,
All the ways,
And I knew
There would be no better days.
And when I saw your solemn face
I knew
That you did know it,
You did too.
Our eyes met, blue and green.
You nodded.
"Kill him, do it now!"
I was then ordered.
You saw into my heart and smiled at me
And I raised my hand
And delivered thee.
-
That day I loved you
And I know that you knew.
And if you can hear me now,
I confess
That I still do.
*
England put his pen aside, blowing on the paper to make ink dry faster, and stood up to put his black jacket on. He folded the paper and put it in his pocket.
Like every year before, it was time to go to the graveyard.