Friendships don't last,

Love isn't real,

Happiness is fleeting.

Why do I feel?

Why do I feel so sad?

Shouldn't instead I feel mad?

He left me not the other why around,

But I greave, I am bound.

I am bound to you,

Though my heart and soul.

I am bound to you,

Do you even know?

Do you know what you mean to me?

You're my life,

My friend,

My sanity.

Just a little poem about some of the thoughts that Ginny might have had at the end of H.B.P.