There is not a day
That will pass by
Without a shadowy decent
I stop awhile and think of you
Your laugh, your touch, your scent
Whispering your name in the darkness
I try to find your light
But I cannot just like
The day cannot meet the night
I miss you, my heart aches
But the world continues to whirl
And so must I, even if I'm just a fake
A/N: Ok, my first attempt at poetry. And it sucked, didn't it? It sort of lost it's momentum, although I like it up to "scent" So, tell me the truth, I can take it, how bad was it really?
I guess I should sort of explain it first. This has no basis on a story, but I sort of imagined it. Hermione and Ron. Sorry, but that's what it is. Ron has died in a battle with Voldermort, Hermione tried to save him, but was unable too. She has been pretending that she's moved on, but not really, she still longs for him. So that's it. The 'story' behind the poem.
Disclaimer: Original poem, by Me. Hermione and Ron belong to JK Rowling