Summary: GC angst, Cath POV There are rules to our game. Unspoken and unwritten, yes, but they are rules nonetheless.
Notes: This is my first attempt at GC poetry. It came to me when I was about to read a book called "Fake ID." I was imagining how it would start, then I realized that I could twist the paragraphs I had been mentally writing and turn it into a fic. It later turned into a poem. Hope you like it!
Category: GC angst
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.
Rules of the Game
We play the game quietly
Efficiently and subtly
That's how it is meant to be played
Each of us wondering, but nothing said
No questions and no answers
But there are rules, I have learned
Unspoken and unwritten, yes
But they are rules nonetheless
The rules themselves prohibit
Even the slightest mention of it
This is a game of subtle glances,
Movements, phrases, dances
Around each other; years and years
Have passed since the start, our fears
Of the rules of this game
Have passed, because they make it safe
Without the rules in place
Who knows with what we might be faced
The dangers we would have
Could be very very bad
No longer to be silent
What questions would be asked?
I know what I feel for him
But rules forbid it to be spoken
I know he feels the same
But still, we play this game
He has chosen not to analyze
That the turnout could be a surprise
That both might actually love the other
Far more than you love a sister or brother
Will secrets be revealed?
Will this game ever end?
Will rules ever be thrown out the window?
Will souls be stripped down to the lowest of low?
Honestly, I really do not know
The courage it would take to do so
Is far beyond what I have, I confess
But someday I can only hope I will possess
Enough to end this crazy game
In truth, the rules drive me insane
But until then we go on and on
Each seeking courage, finding it not
So we play the game expertly
Secretly and quietly...
THE END