4015

by DanaCW

Elliot does something totally out of character :) He writes a poem after something is taken away from him.

4-0-1-5.

4-0-1-5.

I have these number-

Etched into my brain-

Into my palm.

I hold this piece of Golden Metal-

As if to never let you go-

Like I could not make you stay.

That night I could not help you-

You were stubborn just like before-

So many times before.

You played with a dangerous fire-

And in a sense I guess you lost.

But not the way I would have imagined-

You have always done the job no matter what the cost.

Somewhere I cannot go-

Have you gone.

Although the urge to follow you is strong-

I will stay and serve-

As I suppose my fate shall be.

I will miss you more than you will ever know-

Left with a badge of gold.

I have the numbers etched into my brain-

My life, my heart. My soul.