Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki, but I did write this poem and I did make up what it's about. It's about what I think Hakkai's feelings would be if Gojyo died, since in my opinion, Gojyo is like a brother to him; this poem is seen through the eyes of Hakkai. (In my opinion, Gojyo and Hakkai would not make a good couple. No, I'm not against shoujen-ai or yaoi, I just don't think they'd ever be a good couple, and neither one of them is gay or bisexual.) DON'T steal this. I wouldn't appreciate that. I've seen it pop up on sites before and had to bitch them into removal. How'd you like it if someone stole your story or poem? E-mail me first if you want to put it onto your site or something. I might say yes. Don't be offended if I say no, it's just that my works are like my children.
Cleaning the house seems pointless.
He's not here to dirty it up again.
I almost miss his vulgar language
I almost miss finding condoms amongst the laundry
And scrubbing bloodstains from his clothes
The long arm has been put to rest
Gathering dust, the silver crescent blade
is never to decapitate again
I'm begging, wishing to see him again
reading a Playboy at the table as if I weren't there
To hear him say,
"Ch', Sanzo, control your fucking monkey!"
Would be a joy...
To play another game of mah-jongg
It'd be heaven!
I'd might even let him win
We'd always be opposite
I'd take North
And he'd take South or the other way around
The set is old and the pieces overplayed
But we didn't really care.
I sit at the table
I play solitaire
with his cards
Sanzo marked them because he was sure Gojyo was cheating.
I looked at them gently
The edges worn from overuse
A hole through the center of each
Nobody to sit in the backseat with Goku
To make threats and rude comments
To fight with Sanzo over the last cigarette
Or over the last beer
There's still an unfinished pack of cigarettes
rolled up in his vest.
his lighter's there, too.
I'm not sure why,
but I still have his things.
his lighter, his clothing, his cards.
I saved them all.
Next to where his futon was stored,
I've kept these items and more.
All his dirty magazines, his weapon,
his clothes, the mah-jongg set.
I couldn't bear to lose them.
Because I've already lost my best friend.
-Omega