The Tears You Didn't Want
Where are you, brother? They stole you from this world, from your laugh, which is still echoing among the walls of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, it left indelible trail on my heart.
I still look for you in the morning, in the bed next to mine, is natural for me asking what do you want for breakfast, like you were a sour wife, who needs to be soften, and not my own blood.
But you refused me, you chase to bound yourself with the eternity.
I see Bellatrix's eyes mixing in yours. Now she's just food for the worms. You're outside the merely earth, into the blue.
Mom is crying. As everybody else. Ginny is staring the coffin, serious like she's never been before. You forsook us all, you knew that our universe, our rickety family's one, was supposed to be more grey without you. But you didn't care. Who knows where are you know, if you're looking at us, if you're laughing about our human weakness. I shut up, into the corner of my pain that I created for myself. I don't want nobody to see me, they'll never understand, will they, Fred?
You'd never want it, but I'm forced to do it. By the way, you go to a funeral to cry, my brother.