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When your gaze first fell upon my eyes,
the words uttered from your lips calmly and uncaring,
“I can’t pretend to get along with him,” implied
a lack of connection. With the sound of gloves shuffling
I stood indignantly and thought: What a stuck-up guy.
Red stained my shoes.
“Handkerchief,” I mumbled lazily as you walked
towards me, your brows stained with dew.
at the sudden approach I inwardly gawked;
The proximity, was a concept
I could not understand, such as the study of art.
I accepted the white cloth, and as you left
I now possessed a red stain in my heart.
Please let me loose,
or you and I shall both fly,
So among these unrelenting winds I deduce,
“Today was just my time to die.”
And as I squeezed my eyes shut, my body afloat in the air,
your warm grasp caught me, a foreign touch in my hand.
You embraced me intimately, your lips to my hair,
words of grief were whispered, hoping I’d understand.
After the battle with darkness, you were by my side,
fretting over what was to become of me.
Contracts this, contracts that, so I could provide
and assure that an extermination wouldn’t be my fee.
What happened to Public Safety’s number one devil hater?
The rumors were nothing more than false lore.
I broke eye contact, softened by your kind nature,
knowing of how you have been this way since long before.
“Love,” I thought under the ocean sky,
our sleeves flowing in the wind
your face lowered close to meet my eyes,
but this peace wouldn’t last; When has it ever been?
The red haired lady that you adore,
stands by the horizon line, and I can’t help the feeling of goodbye
that rises within my chest. As we meet her by the shore,
I can’t help but sadly think: Aki Hayakawa, please don’t die.