Flower

I hold the flower tightly in my hand,

I close my eyes and see her,

that little girl.

It was my fault,

all my fault.

When I fight,

and see her face,

my aim is always true.

I did not mean to do it,

but it's still my fault.

She was so young,

so full of life.

And I killed her,

I took her life away.

A petal falls to the ground,

I pick it up,

it feels so soft,

smooth, pure, innocent.

It's just like her,

so beautiful,

I clench my fist around the petal,

crushing it.

That's what happened,

I crushed the life out of her,

I did it.

The little puppy she had,

so innocent as well.

I still remember that day,

so vivid in my mind,

the way the Mobil suit crashed onto her building.

I swear I could hear her screaming,

as her life was cut short.

You made me so innocent,

like I was almost...human.

I would have loved,

to see you again.

That I had never taken your life,

never taken that puppy's life either.

So much innocence I destroyed,

I can never redeem myself for that.

I look around me,

at my fellow pilots.

They've never done what I have,

experienced what I have.

All of the innocent lives I've taken,

knowing who they were,

hating what I've done.

If only I could get her back,

I could then maybe,

just maybe,

learn to be happy.

Learn to redeem myself,

and forgive my self.

My friends already have,

but they'll never know how much I appreciate it.

Duo, my friend,

so much has happened to him,

things I could not understand.

He thinks he's "evil",

"impure", "bad",

but I can see something else in his eyes.

Something, pure,

innocent...her.

I gave him a puppy,

a tiny, furry, brown one.

He may not be a little girl,

but he's as close as I'm going to get.