Twin Souls

by Canon Archives

This is a short little poem that I wrote from George's POV. I'm pretty proud of myself because poetry has never been my thing. It doesn't take long to read so I would appreciate it if you at least took a peek? Thank you!

I am laughing so hard at myself right now. I am Queen of I-Hate-Poetry and here I am, inspired to write a poem! This is totally for George's sake— for some reason I just felt like I needed to poetically express his reaction to Fred's death.

Obviously I don't write poetry often, so don't judge too harshly. Disclaimer: George belongs to JKR

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Why am I still breathing

When half of me is not?

My soul is ripped and shattered,

The pieces desperately sought.

Why is my heart still beating,

When my reflection is still and cold?

Young blood rushes through my veins

But my body is frail and old.

The silence is frightening,

Loneliness eats me to the core;

Isolated, lost—

I can't take this anymore.

Is this what it would have been like,

If you had never existed?

Or is it worse now,

since I know that you had—

And only my life was the one that persisted?

It's oddly quiet,

When there is one instead of two.

I turn my head instinctively,

Always expecting to see you.

When I speak I often forget,

That its "me" and not "we,"

And I'll stop mid-sentence,

Habitually.

The worst part is that you follow me,

Everywhere I go.

Mirrors are like Satan,

It's something you will never know.

Every day I go through the motions

Of living life to the fullest.

I pretend that everything is fine but it's not;

It's not.

It never will be.

It never can be.

We always said:

"Born together, die together,"

We were right—

My life ended that day too.

Despite my breathing lungs,

Despite my beating heart,

I still left with you—

For twin souls shall never be apart.