Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Alone, Jinenji goes
about his day
Working in the sunny, sweaty fields,
And if the villagers stay away
His heart produces less than his crop's yield.
Women lower their eyes as they pass him
And whisper low as though he cannot hear them.
He clings to memories that will never dim:
A girl with eyes that sparkled like rare gems,
Who never showed him disdain, distaste, distrust,
And for the first time in his life he thought
He finally knew the pain of love combust.
Since Kagome left, he's been distraught,
But patiently he endures his heart's burn,
Waiting for the day she will return.