Through Their Eyes

by Little Miss AiLy

If all of them could write. If all of them could tell. If all of them were to put their feelings into a poem, what would they say? What would they want to say? What would they need to say? What do they see Through Their Eyes? Discontinued.

12. Lost in Shadows

Chapter 12: Lost in Shadows

Disclaimer: I will not, have not, nor do I now own Fruits Basket.

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Lost in Shadows
By? (Momiji's mother, whose name I don't know.)

That face, that smile,
They are both too familiar.
The little boy, the blonde,
Momiji he calls himself,
His movement, behavior,
Is a vague memory.
Where have I seen him before?
Where had I known him,
Beyond these white corridors,
These halls that make me nervous.
I'm always coming here late,
All so I spend more time rushing,
Less time here,
A place that makes me feel almost claustrophobic.
I seek comfort in little Momo.
She ceases this skittish frenzy.
It's so easy to squeeze her hand,
And go on forgetting the incomprehensive pain.
It is in shadows that it stalks,
Me its simply prey.
What have I done to give me these fears?
Why does it link to that boy?
And why is it all lost in shadows?
That is where my memories lay,
Locked and forgotten,
Lost in shadows.

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