A.N. Glory be, I love these two. This poem is SAP like whoa. I'm a sucker for this stuff-don't be too shocked.
I also really like adverbs.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Star Trek franchise. However, I wouldn't say no to an offer of it as a gift.
Past and Future
He is reminded, quite without warning
(Not that he ever really forgot,
But his sudden guest strikes reminders in his heart
He sees youth
He sees life
And he remembers the old days
And the old feelings
Although it hurts, he forces himself to admit just that-
Those days are past, not for him anymore.
The other's days are here, and he doesn't quite comprehend
The reports of animosity.
He reaches out for a connection
Somewhat selfishly, he admits-
He needs some familiarity
One last gasp of the old days.
There is no disappointment.
They part, his guest smiles to him, and returns home.
The days to come will be good, even if they can't be his.
He is seeing with new eyes
And things are clearer than before.
It is good, even if
He hurts –physically-
He bleeds –mentally-
He is tired –totally-
Originally he hadn't intended on acting how he did.
He doesn't like being injured
-To say nothing of causing others pain-
But he remembers a feeling of something
And realizes it as his world begins to fade.
He surrenders, as if apologizing
He chokes aloud, as if in penance
Yielding to the warm elegant fingers encircled about his throat.
He figures there are worse ways to die.
He sends compassion, to fend off pain
Caring, to heal wounds of neglect
And one more, which was new to him as well.
Suddenly he can breathe again
Within dark eyes, he sees a glimpse of reciprocation
But only for a moment.
It will all be alright.
They have all the time they need to bridge the gaps
The future is theirs.