Princess Tutu
プリンセスチュチュ
- Mytho & Ahiru -
- Unspoken -
Moonlight etches her features against the darkness,
as the wind whispers nonchalantly to the stars.
On the dock, she sits, her feet stirring the waters,
until she hears him approach, turns, is left breathless.
He stands over her, offers his hand, then smiles.
She accepts it – their hands touch – she rises slowly.
Cerulean locks with amber, speaking softly,
of something that only the possessor cradles.
"You came," he says with joy, squeezing her hand gently.
She nods, he continues – "Thankyou… for everything."
She blushes bright red, looks down, yet remains waiting.
"There's also something else… I…" he pauses briefly.
Again, she looks up, encounters the gentle eyes.
For a moment, there is a flicker – memories.
The sacrifices made, endless hope and fancies,
flood the mind – behind the silence is where truth lies.
"I've found her…" Her eyes widen, and coerce a grin.
"She's beautiful, perfect… I love her." He means it.
His words slip into her, as a blade would permit.
"I'm happy for you…" she hesitates, yet he grins.
"…and always will be," she ends, though falteringly.
She feels his strong arms encircle her, he whispers,
"Our memories are locked deep in my heart… my friend."
It is silent. He releases his hold slowly,
expresses his thanks once more – "Goodbye" – she tremors.
He leaves, tears fall – it is a tragedy unpenned.
Philip Lehmann
This is a poem that was written at the request of blessedmisfortune.