It had been a year since he died. It made Tom shiver in disgust when he thought about how he, the most powerful wizard alive, couldn't save Harry's life. What made it worst was that Harry died in their own home, under Tom's own nose.

He missed the boy, no man, so much. Harry made him smile and helped him find sanity in an insane world. He helped him conquer the wizarding world and change it for the better. But most of all, Harry helped him find love in the most unlikely of places.

But Harry had a problem. Tom knew this too well. The green-eyed wizard had depression caused by years of abuse at the hands of his so-called family. Harry seemed to think that Tom was going to leave him one day or hurt him. The therapy seemed to be working and so did the muggle pills, but apparently it was worse then Tom thought.

People tried to comfort Tom, telling him that it wasn't his fault. But Tom knew it was. And now he was without his wonderful lover, forever haunted by the memories. The smiles and the laughter; it was all gone now. His fault, it was all his fault. And now his Harry was dead.

But every night he had his Harry again and the smiles were back. It was like the world's between them were gone and they were together again. Of course it was only a dream, but it helped Tom get through life knowing that Harry was still with him in his dreams.

Tom knew he would see Harry again someday. He also knew that Harry would want him to live his life. But he could never love anyone else. No, his heart belonged to Harry and only Harry.

Even as Tom stood at Harry's grave he felt himself being watched. Turning around he saw Harry, his Harry, standing there smiling at him. Tom ran over to hug the wizard, but it was only an illusion. The only one watching was the angel statue over some other grave. Deciding that he couldn't live with only dreams, Tom pulled out his wand. With one last look at Harry's grave, he pointed the wand at himself and whispered the killing curse.

In one brilliant flash of green light, the color of his lover's eyes, Tom joined him. Somewhere, wherever you go when you die, Tom had Harry in his arms while both cried for the first time in a long time.

A/N: Poetry used to be my vent but I can't think of anything, so get used to crappy oneshots. I don't like it but maybe you did. If you, my dear readers, like this, please review. If you don't like it, well, don't review. This story was based on the song "Here Without You" by 3 Doors Down.