axel's biggest regret is that
for all the leagues of cold, cold sea
embodied in roxas's stare,
for all the fathoms and fathoms of indigo blue,
it isn't quite enough.
roxas's eyes are the blue of the dragonfly hair clip
they found one mission to the land of dragons —
an old woman tells roxas that he is of water,
a conqueror of fire and earth and calamity,
that he will carve his own path.
but all the blue in those eyes cannot douse
axel's inferno, and when everything is over
and the red clears from his vision, axel sees and he knows
and he knows and he knows and he knows and
he does something he hasn't done for nearly ten years.
axel cries, cries, cries, but
his tears aren't the correct shade of blue.
he screams and he clutches at the ashes
of a boy who used to be, golden and
glutted with waning light.
— let's meet again, in the next life.
the mansion collapses in on itself,
and no bodies are exhumed.
who would ever mourn the inexistent?
