Disclaimer: I do not own Meitantei Conan. .. Or do I? .. Shh, I can pretend.

Author's note: Just a poem about what Conan might be musing over before bed.


But I've Never

The night is long.
Upon a single star,
I lay my hopes for your protection
While I'm "far."

But I never believed in stars.

The air is thick.
If I happen to choke,
My only regret will be your tears
And what they soak.

But I've never deserved your care.

The home is quiet.
My each and every thought
Screams through my mind, battling the calmness
that was taught.

But I never learned what I should have.

The room is dark.
As I fall prey to sleep,
I hope you have finally found it--
peace you can keep.

But I've never been able to ask.