Poem: Loss

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Loss.

Anne-Lise.

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It was love, not lust or raw desire
that lit my soul with its primal fire.
Gladly would I have died for her,
but instead, she died for me.
Through Winter's cold 
and Summer's heat,
diligently she patrolled darkened streets
in part, to help me slay and defeat
the horrors of the cemetery.
Was it for me, that in this place she stayed?
Did I contribute to her awful pain?
Am I, in some small way, to blame
for her dreadful, tragic death?
For now, my heart's an open book
and everywhere my tired eyes look;
As emotionless as a vampire's fuck
I see a world without her.
For I have no love today.
Same as yesterday,
I hope, I wish, I pray:
Take this pain I feel away.
No love today.
I have no will to try.
I sit, I pine, I cry.
I simply wonder, why?
What did I do to deserve this punishment?
The anguish of the damned over tortures underwent.
What did I do to bring down this judgement?
I tried my best for her.
Now I feel her everywhere,
In my patrols, my dreams; she's there.
She is my atmosphere.
She's all that I held dear.
Once she said we'd always be together,
we would never part;
Nothing would come between us.
Now that death has broken that tether,
the scars upon my wrists 
show that I was serious.
For I love you, Willow.
I cherish you, Willow.
I'll keep my promises.

- Buffy.