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