Another Day

Another day passed without warmth.  I lay my head
down on the porch and sighed.  All my Anakin-less days
were like this. I tossed and turned, ran and hid.  
I stayed with other friends or aquaintances.

Today I was staying with Mayine and her 3 children,
tomorrow it might be with Jocelyn, or Tomsah.
This was my life, now as a fugitive.  I did not want
to remember anything about the past.  But despite my
now dyed black hair, dark sunglasses, and Gothic
appearance I could not escape from it, even when I
kept running.
And when the children came outside, I thought of my
own, in that faraway life when I had been Queen
Amidala.  
Now I was Damaria Placett.
With a new look came a new name.
But never a new life.  
The old one kept ripping it to shreds and taking any
brief happy moments away.  

"Damaria?  Mommy says supper's hot if you want some."
I smiled at Paul, he reminded me a lot of Luke.  I
wish Luke had been with me longer before Obi-Wan took
him away.
Behind him were his two sisters, waiting for my
answer.
"Of course, I'm coming."  I said and forced a smile.
The two girls turned towards each other, whispered
something, and laughed.

I sighed, and rose up from the hard concrete.
Tomorrow would be another sunless day for Amidala and
Damaria.

Another child-less, Anakin-less, sun-less day.

My stomach was hungry, but I went to eat knowing that
nothing would fill the emptiness I always felt in my
soul.