With all the love that's missing in the world, RW

by charles weatherby

An angsty poem fic to Harry from Ron. Kind of emo but also touching. Harry is on his deathbed.

Dear Everyone, this is a jumbled poem of mismatched feelings. This is authored by me, charles weatherby. If you read it, please review it.

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Dear Harry,

The day was dark

I heard your heart

Beating in the small of your palm

Under the sheets

Covered in Sleep

Breathing like a baby's rattle

The end is near

And though I fear

The days are growing shorter.

Cheeks so pale

Lips so cold

I don't know if I can kiss you.

You feel admired

Reading the letter

You don't even know who's writing

So when you leave

Don't pack your bags

I'll do it for you; they're sitting on the table.

Your aunt called

She was crying

I didn't say much at all.

Everyone's coming

They want to see you

Weakness isn't pretty for strong souls.

I know they'll sob

They'll wail.

My numbness won't permit me tears.

You are gorgeous

Even on your deathbed

I want to believe you're a porcelain doll.

Do me one last favor, darling

When you get to heaven

Don't forget to look me up.

With all the love missing from the world,

Ronald Weasley.

P.S. It's ironic that we'll die together... don't you think?