A poem from Krolia to her late lover. For those who don't know bombero is the Spanish word for firefighter. And ooof I just realized that it's the only poem with an AABB rhyme rather than ABAB form like I used for the other poems. It bothers me a little bit cuz it's not consistent in that regard with the chapters. But at the same time, I think it's a good poem and I don't think I can change it anyway. At the very least it's not that much different in structure when compared to my other poem "Your Family", which was free verse. Well now that I'm done with my tiny rant that you may or may not have read on to the actual work.
Beloved Bombero
It wasn't my plan, and yet
I crashed to Earth, and we had met
A relationship, something neither of us had sought
Was as beautiful as a forget me not
To you, I am forever grateful
Although sometimes I feel hateful
That the Empire's ruthlessness you went on seeing
They threatened your safety and wellbeing
I'm angry at the fire that took your life
And at the fact that in a sense I was your wife
But that I had to leave you
Even though I loved you, even now I still do
I was there at the start of Keith's life, the dawn
Then I left and for a very long time, I was gone
By yourself, you raised our son the best you could
Treating him right like any good father would
To see Keith, grow up, I wasn't there
Unfortunately, you weren't either which isn't fair
I've met him, and I know you'd be filled with pride
He seems to have come into his own stride
He even took me to your grave
The reality of your passing hit me like a wave
Even though it has been years since you perished
The memories of our time together will always be cherished