The poem starts off from Shuiichi's (Kurama's) mother's persective. It is a thought from the past. Her thoughts are the one in italics. Afterwards it changes to the present and Shuiichi's point of view.
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I hold his body close to mine.
He rests his head on my breast and I know he can hear my heartbeat.
My fingers gently stroke his sweat red hair.
He is so small. I want to protect him forever.
No harm should be allowed to touch my angel
Time has passed and the tides have changed.
She is my angel; my motivation; my hope.
My hands run through her hair like she once did with mine.
But I can not protect her. I can not do what she did for me.
I do not have the power to take away her pain.
I can only hate myself for being so useless.
How can I watch her body wither away?
My arms gather up her stiff loveless body.
I never expected it to come so soon.
Life is too short; too fast; too painful.
Her delicate smile can no longer warm my heart.
The cool skin against mine seems too natural, normal, and so real.
I can not believe that this is the one who filled my life with joy.
And I, who have seen destruction and death, can not cope with the loss of one woman.
My eyes do something I have never done before
I can feel the salty liquid fight to leave my eyes
I can not face them now. I do not want to hear their empty praises. They did not know her.
I flee to the sanctuary of my garden; a thing I have not done in a long time.
It is all I have left to comfort me.
As if to spite me the sky shines blue in contradiction
Sunbeams warm my rigid, aching back.
I feel something else behind me.
My solitude has been broken by the one who walks alone.
His stance betrays no sympathy and I wish I could do the same.
He does not bat an eye as the single tear caresses my cheek.
He will not understand.
His pain is different from mine.
There is not one to share my sorrow.
Yet is presence is enough to tear out a mirthless chuckle forced by grief.
It must hurt him to hear me this way.
Even though my mind screams to stop, I can not.
Fresh hot tears burst from the broken dam I used to hold back emotions.
I feel the pressure of a handkerchief used to dry my face.
When I look up, I see the girl who took away her soul.
The girl's smile is much weaker than my false one.
Behind her stand the companions I have come to call my own.
I shake my head and refuse their out-stretched hands.
I can not rely on their strength when I must build my own.
I must sever the bonds that tie us to heal my broken heart.
They see all they need to know in my dark emerald eyes.
I will miss them, but the time has come to choose.
Without a second glance I face the future and walk away.