I saw the stain on your shirt,

From where your poor heart had been bleeding,

I was surprised that no one else seemed to notice or care, so I took off

When I finally caught up to you, falling through air,

My wings were a little sore, but I kissed my finger and it started rubbing away,

At that little mark of memory that was hurting you,

You blinked and looked at me strangely, 

But still I took my hand and even bowed and I smiled, it was wonderful because

We never considered that I was a ghost of tomorrow.

And, looking back, I dearly wished I could have warned you

because you had just been received, and I 

Awakened, like when you lowered the ceremonial shied and said my name, 

With your head raised.

Or when I ran into fire to find you, shouting things of love and you called back smiling.

But, still one day I woke up to those dear sad eyes,

And, I had to leave you to sorrow with love; no stream of tears would take back that bullet

As you choked out sweet lies about our future.

I couldn’t quite see you through the coming sleep but I promise that I felt your hand around mine

You left your heart here at the edge of my bed,

And I ended up only adding to the stain that you bear, under cold armor

But we would never take it back, would we?

I just wish I could have warned you.