Under Cerulean Skies

Why?
Why do I wait for you?
Because I love you
Because I wish to catch a glimpse
Of the face that I loved so much
That face,
Noble, true, and eternal

Who?
Who am I,
In comparison to you?

What?
What am I doing,
If I know you will never, ever
Return my love?

When?
When will you be coming back
To the one who grieves for you?

Where?
Where do I wait?
Standing tall,
Lean, erect, straight
On the top of the world,
On the platform that defies gravity,
The Arena
Where we fought
So many times,
Too many times...

If I loved you, why did I fight you?
To save you
To liberate you
For your freedom
For your soul.

Still
I stand,
Under cerulean skies,
Even though
I know that you will never,
Ever
Return.

Note: BLECCCCCHHHHHHHH... it stunk, I know. But, hey, it was written on a whim, what can I say. I hope you can figure out who's the speaker and who's he talking about... if you can't, the summary tells you (which you probably read first). If you still don't get it, * scowls* drop me a line via e-mail and I'll tell you. * sweatdrops*