Who Waits by swasdiva

Who Waits

A love story in eight stanzas.

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I'm really going out on a limb with this piece, I tell you what. I'm not much of a poet, but when the iron's hot, yaknowwhaddamsayin'? If you'd like to share your opinion either way, I'd appreciate it.

Disclaimer: Methinks one Rumiko Takahashi doth claim ownership of the rapscallion Inuyasha.

Who Waits.

When doors close under open skies

and grace has come and gone

he stands and stares

not here or there, it's him

who waits.

When laughter wanes as years go by

and gives soft hands away

he's left behind

their paths unwind, it's him

who waits.

When blood runs old and, free to die,

adorns the mourning pyre

he hides in night

by fostered light, it's him

who waits.

He wants what he's been missing.

He watches others pass.

He shuns the voices hissing.

It's you who waits at last.

When time reveals the blinded eye

and circles reach their end

he sees her fall

Her wailing wall asks him,

"Who waits?"

When life goes on and grief denies

the yearning to forget

He hears her cry

The reason why its him

who waits.

When hands that failed begin to try

reshaping shattered glass

He holds her still

She stays until he knows

who waits.

He wants what he's been missing.

He sheds the chains he bore.

He finds himself inside her.

It's him who waits no more.