A/N This is a Next-Gen, Teddy/Lily poem. I hope you like it.
He is the lighter
To her cigarette.
Whenever she needs a friend,
Or a shoulder to cry on,
He is, was, and will be,
Always there for her.
Maybe it's another break-up.
She has been left
By another boy she never really loved.
And how can she?
When her heart is filled with
Longing for someone else, but not him.
He can see
What she refuses to show,
Even to herself. And it kills him;
A hundred, thousand, million
Infinite
Little stabs to his heart
He is slowly dying.
Every time she hugs him
And tells him
What a good 'friend' he is.
Every time she takes his hand
And squeezes it.
Telling him to
"Come again tomorrow."
But he never, not even
Once, thought of her that way.
He remembers the day she was born:
He looked at her,
A tiny wisp of hair and
Cat-green eyes, the only things
That marked her as special in any way.
Even then he knew
That she was somehow different.
And he thought she was
The most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
So, over time he learns
To live with the pain.
He tries cover up the Lily-shaped hole in his heart with
First one, then the other.
It works for a while.
But eventually he tires of these distractions,
These playthings,
And casts them aside
Like the unwanted toys they are.
First one, then the other.
But now it is too late.
She is happy at last,
Having found out for herself
Who the man she always loved is.
At the wedding he bandages his wounds
With a fancy suit,
Hides his tears
Behind the mask of a smile.
In her speech she thanks him
For making her realise.
The only thought on his mind,
As he drinks himself in to bed
With another pretty woman
Who's name he has already forgotten,
Is "I must have missed my chance."
He refuses to believe
That she never felt
The sort of love he feels for her.
He writes letters:
Angry letters,
Giving out to her
For all she put him through;
Sad letters,
Telling her exactly
How much it hurts;
Pleading letters,
Begging her to
Give him just one chance.
He doesn't send a single one.
And now
He has a choice.
There is ending one:
He continues not mailing her the letters.
Days, weeks, months, years go by.
And with a force like gravity,
Inexorable,
They drift apart.
And then there is ending two:
One day, perhaps
Accidentally,
Perhaps on purpose,
One of the letters
Makes its way into her hands.
But
Further along the path
Of this second ending
Lies that greatest of foes:
Uncertainty.
And maybe it is enough
To turn him
Towards the first option.
She is the gushing river
To his struggling salmon.
A/N I have this very clear idea, in my mind, of what the Next-Gen is like. They all have personalities, I know exactly what they look like, who they marry, etc. I realise that this is probably quite different from how most people picture them. For instance, my Victoire is a cold-hearted bitch, and my Rose is a dislikeable know-it-all, inheriting all Hermione's worst traits and none of her redeemable ones. For this reason, it did not make sense to me that Scorpius would end up with her. My Scorpius got married to my Lily. Likewise, my Teddy rejects my Victoire for my Dominique, who is like the nicer, more lovable version of her older sister. However, I have always been intrigued by the idea of Teddy/Lily. So then I thought, what if Lily was in love with Scorpius, but Teddy was in love with Lily? And from there the idea grew and stuck in my head until I couldn't get rid of it. This poem is the result of that idea.
Although I left the ending ambiguous, I'm pretty sure that Lily and Scorpius will stay together, and Teddy will be forever alone. Which is quite sad, but when I create characters this detailed, they take on a life of their own. But I don't know. It could possibly change.
Sorry for the very long A/N, I hope it wasn't too boring. I hope you liked the poem. R&R please!