Author's Note: This was supposed to be a poem, but it just doesn't seem to flow like my others. I'd say that the content makes up for that but it doesn't. It may be my curse that I can't write romance, but I have to try sometimes. I'm not at all sure if I like this, so please tell me what you think.

Moon's Hope

Seeing you every day
Through brown eyes: not my own violet ones,
My false self smiles, laughs. I wait silently for my chance...

Some day when the last card is sealed,
When my business is done, then I may speak with you.
I doubt that I would laugh; perhaps not even smile.
That is Yukito's way, not mine.

Still, the anticipation of your company-
With me, not just through him-
Fills me with a need.
It is uncharacteristic of me
To be anything but
Cool, calm, collected, aloof, even cold.
I regret the contrast between my personality
And your beloved Yukito's.
Perhaps if the difference did not exist,
I could be your beloved as well.

Sometimes when you look at him,
I think you see me - or at least suspect.
It's obvious when you gaze
With love, but puzzlement also.

And so I still wait behind his brown eyes,
Waiting for the Last Judgment.
Then perhaps we could be friends as well.
Or perhaps something more.


Thanks so much for reading this! Please tell me if this was any good, or if I should just save myself from flames and take it down now. Thanks!