AUGH, THESE ARE LOVELY. and the imageries are all so powerful. @_@
*steals S* XD ...Oh, but I can't write poems. ;__; ..so here is a prose, disguised as a poem.
Sitting at the far end of the room, a straight,
firm, and reassured back stared back at me.
Never wavering and always true to yourself,
that was what you were.
“Safu.” I called your name. How sweet it was to say your name.
How easily it rolled off the tongue.
How saying it felt like you were being embraced by a soft, warm blanket.
And, oh, how I’ve missed your embrace.
Slowly, you’d turn and you’d smile.
A rare smile where your eyes crinkle and I could tell that you missed me, too.
“Shion, you’re late,” you’d reprimand and
“Sorry I kept you waiting.” would be my reply.
And I would sit. And we would sit. And we would talk.
Like old times. Like nothing’s ever changed…
Safu.