I swung my broadsword, today.
You'd be proud.
I defended them when they needed me to.
I gave them the time they needed.
But for some reason, I just couldn't seem to find you.
I'm stuck.
I can't leave them.
They're my team.
I miss you.
And I wish you were here.
It reminds me of you.
It sits across from me, leaning against the wall.
It taunts me, teases me, mocks me.
I miss you.
The red sash around my waist no longer smells like you.
And now it's shaped to me.
I miss when it was on you, and when it smelled like you.
It's your red, the color of your hair, the color of your aura.
I miss your red.
I miss you.
