S: I don't own Princess Tutu.

Aw, this made me cry so badly. Like, not joking, the end of the anime was bittersweet. And this is my first freeverse poem in a pretty long while, so don't expect much.

SOMETIMES HE CRIES

Fakir cries sometimes.

Cries for the girl he owes his life to, who he can't give life back to.

Cries because he when he stares at the yellow duck, he can't help but remember the girl who had once been in its place.

Cries because he can't change her back to the girl she desperately wants to be, that he desperately wants her to be.

Because he can't hold her in his arms, only squeeze the yellow duck tightly to his chest.

Because he can't hear her oh-so-annoying, oh-so-sweet voice anymore, only her melancholic quack.

Because he can't kiss her like he desperately wants to, only press his lips against her silky feathers.

Because he can't dance with her, can't watch her captivating, if not awkward, movements or perform a beautiful pas de deux with her, only dance a just as Rue had in the depths of despair.

But most of all, he cries because he can't help the girl trapped in a duck's body, or the duck who was once in a girl's body.

Not for Princess Tutu, but for his beloved Duck.