You
By chibiCIRRUS
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: yay! My first Trigun fic!!! The poem this is set to is called "You" and I wrote it myself! That's right, not only do I write crappy stories, I write crappy poetry too! I actually wrote this poem about my dad. In case any of y'all didn't know, he died this past May and today when I went to visit a friend in the hospital (he got his appendix out) I was reminded of his last days. Just read and review okay?
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Trigun, Knives would get more air time. Therefore, I don't own Trigun.
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The scent of your last days still clings to me
The sight of your last days still clings to me
I can still remember what she looked like, lying there, moments before death. The scent of the flowers that someone, whom I can't remember, brought flooding my nostrils as if she had died only yesterday.
It's haunting me, all of these memories
As much as I'd hate to, I want to forget you
Meryl Stryfe. I can remember when I first met her. I can remember when we first kissed. When I first proposed. and I can't help but want to forget. Remembering her and Millie and Wolfwood is just too painful.
Leave me alone!
Forever alone, away from you
Since Meryl died, I've lost touch with the rest of the world. I just travel around. I no longer have a home. I guess I figured that if I kept traveling I might just bump into her. But now I know I'll never see her again. I have to accept that gruesome fact.
I stop and I remember you
I close my eyes, you haunt my sight
Can I sleep?
Or will you haunt my dreams?
Every time I sleep I remember you, Meryl. I can't stop thinking about you when I'm awake, and when I sleep I dream of you. I dream of the days we spent together, which at the time seemed endless, but now seem like a passing dream.
As these words go down, it seems
Like they wash away
Permanent only to be lost
Just like you were to me
You know, Knives was wrong. Plants do die. I've been watching them die. And now, I'm lying here, and I realize that I'm dying too. I wonder if I'll see you, wherever I go. It seems that nothing is permanent, everything is really just a temporary thing that is waiting for the right moment to just disappear and become lost forever within the sands of time.
You are haunting me
Why can't I remember you as you were?
Strong not weak; alive not dead
Even as I'm lying here, I keep seeing you as you were on your death bed. You were so thin, so weak. Meryl, you looked like I could have broken you if I so much as thought of touching you. And that was all I wanted to do. I wanted to hold you as tightly as I could. Maybe then, maybe then you couldn't leave me. But you did.
I am now afraid of the living
Afraid they'll all leave like you
Because I don't want to be alone I don't want to be alone
I am no longer going to be alone. I'm going to join you soon Meryl. I'll see you and Millie and Wolfwood even. For too long I've shied away from this moment. But now, now I'm afraid of living rather than dying. I am ready to embrace Death with open arms in hopes that I will no longer be alone here on Gunsmoke. Maybe I will be able to smile again. I'll laugh and I will forget how to cry. I will no longer be alone. Today, when I die, I will live again with you by my side.