Last Thoughts: Piccolo’s Version
The battle was over
We had won
But it came at a price
I am the first to notice
Her sad eyes.
She wavers on her feet
And I begin to worry
Her eyes slide close
Almost too late I realize
She cannot stand on her own
She fell into my arms;
Her body is surprisingly light
And as I look upon her face,
I knew she was resigned to die.
I called her name endlessly
At first she would not answer.
But finally to my relief
Her eyes gradually slid open
And again I am looking
Into her beautiful eyes.
My gaze penetrates hers
An unknown pain fills my being
And I know she can see it on my face
A look I have never seen before
Appears in her eyes.
She struggles to convey
Some message to me.
I want to tell her to save her strength
Instead I discover I can’t speak either
For the lump in my throat
I had never felt so helpless before
I could do nothing but watch;
Slowly her lids close with painful finality
A tear appears on her cheek
As her last breathe leaves;
And I realize
There is a tear upon my cheek as well.