A/N: A collection of tiny poems Winry scribbles down about the Elric brothers on their travels. Because she never forgets.

They are scraps of paper, strewn in her room like autumn leaves torn brutally from branches. Words, scrawled over them in fits of emotion that, left without an exit, would kill her. They are like diaries. They are poems. They are little bits of her soul.

I love Edward.

I love the world

for giving him,

to me.

It is trapped under a chair leg. Scuffed and torn. But she knows exactly where it is, hyper aware of its proximity, and sometimes she whispers the words to be carried by the brisk wind. Inside she screams them, so loud that her thoughts grows hoarse.

A/N: Shortest, most to the point first. They aren't long, since Winry wouldn't have time nor patience for that...:D but they're all longer than this one... Review please!