Villains

Smile into
my eyes, my friend.
Yes, you have changed.
Your eyes have become
bluer, brighter
your hair you've grown
fashionably short
that scar makes you look
much younger: really.
The grey uniform is not you
the stark parched uneasy cloth that
binds you isn't, but the red
warm ribbon around one arm
is.
A gift?
From Zareen?

We stop there, letting silence in.
Relationships aren't a forgiving topic
after a bright war
with bright blood.
But I rather like Zareen, such a 
silent girl. She would make a perfect...
How is she?
I listen to his handsome face moving,
speaking,
his bright strong arms clasping the table 
hard,
his eyes shining.
And I almost
...almost...
cry.

It isn't just the heroes
who die in a war.
The strong (vital) face before me
has shadows behind him.
Villains aren't villains aren't
Villains
because the face before me is that
of a boy I knew long ago,
inside, deep
inside,
he is still smiling at the world.
He stands up to leave, smiling,
even inside, smiling.
Insha' Allah, we'll meet again.

-Rush-Rush-Rush-of-shadowy-tears-

Oh! I love him. I love the boy deep
inside, the red ribbon
on his hand, I lust after the precious
time that Zareen has.
He hugs me, drawing stares.
I don't look at him again as he leaves.
I wear my black with honor.
Just as Zareen will.

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