A.N.1: I decided I wanted to write another poem just for the fun of it. This one's from Elizabeth's point of view. Enjoy!
A Moment of Quiet
I move to the railing and take a deep breath.
The wind blows my hair, the salt air is clean.
Here in the quiet few mem'ries of death,
A welcome respite, like one found in a dream.
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The balcony's empty, I'm here all alone.
The privacy's nice- it happens so rarely.
I switch off my headset to hear the wind moan.
The door opens. I sigh, relaxed just barely.
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I turn around, half expecting the worst
But it's you who walks out, looking cheerful.
Your black hair is wild, but that's hardly a first.
The thought of it neat's almost fearful.
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You step to my side, don't say much at all.
And oddly enough, now the company's nice.
My wish and need for solitude stall.
But still the past plauges my mind like a vice.
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Then you grin, meet my eyes, and banish the ghost.
I throw back a smile and I suddenly see
That the one single thing that matters the most...
Is the fact that you're standing next to me.
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The past is the past, it's over and done.
You're here. We're alive. No longer just one.
A.N.2: Hope you liked it. I wanted to do something a little happier this time. Please review!