I sit in the dark, cold and lonely;
alone, me only.
I shiver and quiver in the cold;
with bloody wounds, new and old.
I look at my once white skin, that is now red; this pain makes me wish I was dead. The grief, fear, blood, and tears are my fate; the death I deserve is very late.
I glance at my bloody arms to find them dotted with scars; a tear streaks my blood drenched face as I stare to the stars.
Wishing for a miracle that I cannot receive; to have those back that were forced to leave.
"If only.." I say, as the wind blows and the trees sway.
"I could've done more." I cry; looking to the stars as they seem to ask why.
"You've seen my night, bloody, tear-streaked, and full of fright."
"Oh" they answer "I sit here with nothing to do but cry." and the trees appear to ask why
"Because I've lost my lover, no one other." I whisper through a sob.
Suddenly a warm breeze caresses my face; this warmth takes the pain's place.
"You've missed me?" a voice whispers silkily. "Yes" I cry into his shoulder, feeling younger instead of older.
His strong arms lift me to see;
A God, blue eyes sparkling at me.
"Heero" is all Duo can whisper......