A Face
By Anonymous Donor
Disclaimer: The poem in this belongs to Richard A. Stern and the boys aren't mine either.
Warnings: kind of sad…
//denotes poetry//
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//Hello Sir
Who are you//
The dark haired man stepped into the small shop from the sweltering heat outside. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He shouldn't have waited this long to see his old friend. A pretty secretary looked up at him and smiled, smacking her gum.
"What can I do you for, sir?" she chirped, friendly as could be. He fidgeted slightly. He'd secluded himself so long, he wasn't sure what to do.
"…I'd like to talk to Duo Maxwell," he said quietly. The secretary smiled at him, opened the door behind herself and yelled into the garage.
"Hey, Duo! Some guy here to see you!" The unmistakable sound of the braided man hitting his head then cursing loudly was clearly audible through the old building. The woman smiled at him again. "He's coming."
//Do I know you//
The braided man came out of the shop in dirty coveralls and a grease smudged face. He wiped his oil covered hands on his coveralls and grinned at the dark haired man. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, as friendly as ever.
//You seem familiar
But I don't know your name//
After closer inspection, he cocked his head to the side and looked at the other man. "You seem familiar… I just can't place you," he said, seemingly analyzing the Japanese man in front of him. Heero smiled slightly, glad he was somewhat recognized.
//What is it you say
Yes I once had a friend by that name//
"Do you remember Heero Yuy? You fought with him during the war," Heero said, hoping his words would make Duo remember him after these twenty years. Duo nodded.
"Yeah, I had a friend by that name. I remember him well. Little, scrawny, bony Japanese kid. A cruel hard ass, but a good friend back then."
//He went away just like everyone else//
We used to be close
I tried to keep in touch with him
But he was always too busy
We used to talk often
Now I can't remember his voice
We dreamt of taking on the world
Now I don't know his face
I did all I could
I think he just took it for granted
Oh wait sir
If you happen to see him
Please tell him I never left
Even when he walked away
By Anonymous Donor
Disclaimer: The poem in this belongs to Richard A. Stern and the boys aren't mine either.
Warnings: kind of sad…
//denotes poetry//
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
//Hello Sir
Who are you//
The dark haired man stepped into the small shop from the sweltering heat outside. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He shouldn't have waited this long to see his old friend. A pretty secretary looked up at him and smiled, smacking her gum.
"What can I do you for, sir?" she chirped, friendly as could be. He fidgeted slightly. He'd secluded himself so long, he wasn't sure what to do.
"…I'd like to talk to Duo Maxwell," he said quietly. The secretary smiled at him, opened the door behind herself and yelled into the garage.
"Hey, Duo! Some guy here to see you!" The unmistakable sound of the braided man hitting his head then cursing loudly was clearly audible through the old building. The woman smiled at him again. "He's coming."
//Do I know you//
The braided man came out of the shop in dirty coveralls and a grease smudged face. He wiped his oil covered hands on his coveralls and grinned at the dark haired man. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, as friendly as ever.
//You seem familiar
But I don't know your name//
After closer inspection, he cocked his head to the side and looked at the other man. "You seem familiar… I just can't place you," he said, seemingly analyzing the Japanese man in front of him. Heero smiled slightly, glad he was somewhat recognized.
//What is it you say
Yes I once had a friend by that name//
"Do you remember Heero Yuy? You fought with him during the war," Heero said, hoping his words would make Duo remember him after these twenty years. Duo nodded.
"Yeah, I had a friend by that name. I remember him well. Little, scrawny, bony Japanese kid. A cruel hard ass, but a good friend back then."
//He went away just like everyone else//
We used to be close
I tried to keep in touch with him
But he was always too busy
We used to talk often
Now I can't remember his voice
We dreamt of taking on the world
Now I don't know his face
I did all I could
I think he just took it for granted
Oh wait sir
If you happen to see him
Please tell him I never left
Even when he walked away