Authors Note: This is for Jeremy Brett, written on the day of his birth, 75 years after that great day. I don't care if this is technically not fanfiction, I needed to post this, and this was the only place I thought someone might 'get' it.
Disclaimer: Shoot me. I could never own Him, but I own my own poetry.
Family
We didn't care if you never knew us.
We knew you.
And we only wanted you to be happy.
We wished,
hoped,
dreamed,
prayed,
that you would somehow heal.
Somehow endure
beyond the pain
that you had suffered through
for so long.
We didn't care if we never saw you again,
we just wanted you
to be happy,
in a huge garden,
with the love of your life.
We wanted you to enjoy your years,
not suffer.
Never suffer.
If we could have,
we would have healed you.
The strength of our love,
the fire of our passion,
the all-encompassing desire
to see you alive, and well.
Happy.
If there was a way,
we would have found it-
a way to heal you, save you,
as you did so many of us.
We wanted to,
oh how we wanted to,
but there was just no way.
No way we could find.
We would have walked to the ends of the earth
to save you.
To heal you.
This is not the love of 'fans'.
This is not the passion of fangirls.
This is the love of family.
This is the passion of someone
who would die for you.
And we would have,
if it would have saved you.
Some of us did die,
with you.
A small part of all of us died,
that September day.
With you.
Because that day,
the day you left,
forever,
we lost a part
of our family.
November 3, 2008
For Jeremy.
Because you touched our lives.
Jeremy Brett
November 3, 1933 - September 12, 1995
A great actor. A greater man.
