i miss us
.
and my hand
is cold without yours
empty
.
i miss you
isn't that strange?
i miss us
.
who we used to be
when i loved you
and you loved me
.
and life without you
is lonely
but you are not the man
you said you were
.
you are not
the young child at eleven
sitting next to me on the train
sharing sweets and laughing at your own bad jokes
.
you are not
the young boy at fifteen
holding my hand
as we promised our love was forever
and ever
.
you are not
the young man at nineteen
cradling little harry in your arms
a fond smile dancing on your face
.
you are not
the man i thought i loved
.
for he is lost,
left behind,
somewhere
.
whether in the dark cell of Azkaban,
or the empty rooms of the place you
just couldn't call home
or perhaps at Hogwarts, somewhere you belonged
.
but wherever you arei
you are certainly not
here
with
me
