Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Mention of suicide.
Shoutout to omnes qui micat, who inspired me to play around with formats in my poetry!
you live
in the past
w / i / s / h / i / n / g
he could
come
B·A·C·K
that the last years were a
hoax
(you'd laugh it off together, like some big joke)
you should try
[walk through the door]
i know it's hard
[so, so, hard]
remember...
the last time
you were here?
the shop was
~closed~
dangerous, even,
to live in the flat above.
(but you did it anyway)
((always looking for danger))
(((is that what got him killed?)))
said good-bye
like you'd see each other
*AGAIN*
like you had
all of forever
to laugh
{who knew forever was so close to ending?}
didn't even see the curse
felt like your soul had
b u
r s
t
as if
when one returns
the other
L-E-A-V-E-S
and
who to choose?
if you could?
but
keep walking.
enter the building.
(dust. everywhere.)
((cobwebs. spiders.))
(((stale pranks. last laughs)))
-T O O-
-M U C H-
-turn around-
can't keep
WALKING
(can't see, either, tears too strong)
{and this tears them apart, too.}
{they saw him go, and now you too.}
/ and the boy who lived /
/ blames himself /
/ like he is responsible /
/ for your misery /
there is a way, you know.
to find him.
but you don't.
bEcaUsE
what would that do
to your family
[little sister can't handle it.]
GoOD-bYE