Autumn leaves are flying 'round me
As I sit here, the wind blowing through my h air
And I ask myself so many times why
But I still don't know

One of these days I'm going to have to remember
What it was like
Sitting next to your broken body
And on occasion, I might have to cry
I hope that's ok with you

The water is like a knife on my skin
And I can see the blood again
And again

How did you do that thing
Where you looked back with shining eyes
But still managed to find tears
And why?

One of these days, I'll remember
Seeing your face with closed eyes
A crumpled body and a soaring spirit
How cold I felt
And how nice a day that was...

Maybe
The tears would come
Easier
If it were
Raining

The wind bites at my hands
And my face, like a knife
And I can see the blood again
And again . . .

-Ydachikachishiroul Skar'Akai-

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aeguary, in the year 312 AF.