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.