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ALLIETHORN7

Where'd he go, left me all alone...
Monday, April 3, 2006

A poem, 'bout how Zoe is thinkin' on Wash after he fell against the Reavers...rutters...


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I sit here, by the fire side, And though I'm sad my eyes are dry, cuz I have no tears that are left to cry, And to this crazy 'verse, all I ask is, WHY? Why you have ta go so fast, My love, it seems, will not last. I saw it all, upon that day, When he fell to those Reavers... And now, I feel I've lost my way, I've lost my life, twice last count, First of all at Serenity, When we were Soldiers, wild'n free, And hes gone, took a part of me, And now theres nothin' left to see. All I ever wanted to be, And he was what completed me, and all that I got to say is this: Where'd ya go, 'pon that sunny day, when all our hopes and dreams were paid? 'Cept the one I nursed inside, and when you went, that dream went an' died. Theres nothin' left for you ta see, cuz we were two parts of the same whole. And now, when you've gone away, Its my hopes and dreams, too, what died that day. Ah, but thats enough from a greaving wife, And its all I got to say. Theres nothin' left, and its left me bereft, Of all the love left my way...

COMMENTS

Monday, April 3, 2006 9:17 AM

ALLIETHORN7


Yeah, I know, its not apart of my story...wait!!! If'n ya take out that line about the grieving wife, then...Ah, but thats for ya'll to decide

Monday, April 3, 2006 9:18 AM

ALLIETHORN7


Okay, nevermind 'bout that...sorry, ya'll!!!

Monday, April 3, 2006 1:23 PM

WASHBURNEFAN


I'm blubbering like a baby right now. So beautiful...

Monday, April 3, 2006 5:46 PM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Wonderful stuff, Alliethorn7! Really sums up how Zoe must be feeling after losing Wash:(

BEB


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