Pairing: Jate

Rating: T

Declaration: I don't own Lost or Jate (if I did, on January would be starting S7, dealing with all the missing pieces of the Jate puzzle)

Autor´s note: Since tonight is one month since the airing of the finale (can´t believe how fast time flies!), I´ve been feeling a little emo lately (*bawl*) and I wrote a little poem. Poetry is definitely NOT my talent, so the poem is not the best, but...I couldnt get it out of my head and had to put it in words and write it down. If anything, it comes from heart. *shrug*


~ It´s been a month ~

...

It´s been a month.

4 weeks and 3 days since she last locked her eyes with his,

pleading him to promise her what she already knew

would never happen.

...

It´s been a month.

31 day since she last felt his soft lips on hers and inhaled his scent:

strong, masculine, and yet so very,

very soft.

...

It´s been a month.

44 640 minutes since she last heard those three words

escape his lips.

(I love you.)

...

It´s been a month.

2 678 400 seconds since she last saw him,

walking away from that cliff,

fading away from the world.

From her.

...

It´s been a month.

And yet, it doesn´t feel like it.

It feels like a year.

A decade.

A century.

It feels like eternity.

...

Still, a calendar on her wall does not lie:

...

After all,

It´s been, only, a month.


...

OR, in 1st person (couldn´t decide which version I prefer :/ )

...


~ It´s been a month ~

...

It´s been a month.

4 weeks and 3 days since I last locked my eyes with yours,

pleading you to promise me what I already knew

would never happen.

...

It´s been a month.

31 day since I last felt your soft lips on mine and inhaled your scent:

strong, masculine, and yet so very,

very soft.

...

It´s been a month.

44 640 minutes since I last heard those three words

escape your lips.

(I love you.)

...

It´s been a month.

2 678 400 seconds since I last saw you,

walking away from that cliff,

fading away from the world.

From me.

...

It´s been a month.

And yet, it doesn´t feel like it.

It feels like a year.

A decade.

A century.

It feels like eternity.

...

Still, a calendar on my wall does not lie:

...

After all,

It´s been, only, a month.


p.s. I apologize in advance if my calculations are off. If math in every day life isn't my thing, then math-at-1am definitely isn´t my thing :o :p