Someone very dear to me died on Saturday. I find it hard to express what I'm feeling, and wrote a poem about it. I figured you could apply it to any number of things Harry Potter related. Probably Harry writing about Sirius.
This is dedicated to Tommy, who died, and to the rest of the Fab four, who I know miss him as much as I do.
To fly away
I ran all night
Looking back only to see reality
It caught up every time
No matter how fast I ran.
I don't understand
How fate can take
A life so young
With many promises before it
And I cursed it
I hated it
And I poured in all my anger
And screamed some more
I think I understand why now
Even though it angers me
I look forward and see nothing
And look back to see you
You have joined those you came before
In their retreat to the summer land
I have come to know why:
The good are always the first to go.
You don't have to review if you don't want to. I'm not really expecting it. 31 years old is too young to die. It just shows us that even the healthiest of us aren't immortal.