Disclaimer: None of the characters that this is based on belong to me. But I do state truthfully that this poem is my own original work.
A/N: It's about Hermione and Severus. It's from Hermione's POV about how I think she'd feel if Severus hadn't survived the war. Enjoy!
Love, -NewFace
You And Me
Skin on skin
Heart on heart
Where do I end
And where do you start?
The soft gentle taste of your lips
The feel of your hand in mine
I know when the world stops
We'll still be just fine.
As I am jolted from my reverie
The cold chill of reality bites hard
My feelings burned into my soul
Leaving me torn then scarred.
You were the sun, bright and warm
You were also the moon, dark yet luminous
As moody as a storm.
I reach out to touch the air
And my hand slices through
Coming back empty again to me
Standing, a tear running down my face
Bound and not free
Held fast by your memory.
If I could go back and be younger
Maybe I would stop myself
My feelings would be placed
Upon a forgotten, dusty shelf
Your death changed me greatly
Your face in my blood
So tonight as I fall asleep
My head upon the pillow
A fresh new day tomorrow
A few moments with a whole heart.