The Wanderer of Tuesday

Silently, I walked,

I walked onto the grass,

The wet grass squeaked beneath my feet.

I wandered away, lost and confused,

A song ran through my head.

I wanted the song to leave me,

A man I loved was dead.

I called that man an angel,

I loved him so dearly,

I wished the tears would stop,

How I wished that song would leave me,

I knew what I had to do…

I sang that song… I did,

But I only felt more lost,

The forest of my mind grew dense.

I fell to my knees,

Sobbed and cried.

Tell me, please!

Why’s he have to die!?

He left us all that night.

His wife didn’t understand.

Poor Nana, dear Nana,

She was left in a fog.

I just couldn’t find my way,

It was two a.m that morning that my day turned to night…

The aura had lifted,

The house was cold,

That Tuesday I had said,

One week. One week,

He was gone…

An angel I loved was dead.

Somehow I had known,

When he would go…

Why did I say that?

Even I do not know,

Tuesday I had said,

I said it last week,

I had seen him live…

Not but hours before…

Now I just miss him,

His smile so sweet,

As I look at all the memories,

I wish I couldn’t cry…

But I miss that angel…

Why’d he have to die?

~Written by: Katsuki Sohma