Going back

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It was a mistake to come back. Five years and it still looks the same.

In a book in a box in the closet,

In a line in a song I once heard.

The house elves head still on the wall, the one thing that stands out of my memory is a large square on the wall, about halfway up the stairs, where a portrait once hung.

In a moment on a front porch,

Late one June,

In a breath, inside a whisper,

Beneath the moon.

That's why it was so quiet when I slammed the door closed against the snow!

The Portrait was of his mum. I remember how much Sirius hated her.

There it was at the tip of my fingers.

There it was on the tip of my tongue,

There you were and I had never been that far.

Up the stairs into the room I once shared with Hermione.

I remember sitting on this bed, In the middle of the night writing in my diary.

I go on down the hall into Sirius's Mum's room.

I always wondered what happened to buckbeak after Sirius died.

There it was the whole world, wrapped inside your arms.

And I let it all slip away—

Now that I sit here I can think back to when I was younger, Foolish, and wearing my heart on my sleeve.

God I was in love.

I still am.

I just couldn't say.

What do I do now that you're gone?

No back-up plan, No second chance,

And no one to blame.

No one ever knew.

I remember Feeling abandoned after he died.

Of course I couldn't let anyone know, SO I pretended to be feeling this sorrow for Harry.

But I swear on my life, the tears fell only for Sirius.

All I can here in the silence that remains are the words I couldn't say.

There were times I was close to wispher "I love you." In his ear when we were alone. I could never work up the courage. I get up and walk back down and go into the Kitchen. Tears fall as my eyes set on a small locket.

There's a rain that'll never stop falling,

There's a wall I've tried to take down.

I thought I had lost it at school.

I remember running around tearing apart the common room looking for it.

What I should've said just wouldn't pass my lips,

SO I held back and now we've come to this.

I walk over and pick it up by the thin golden chain.

It's covered in years of dust.

Thankfully Kreacher never found it.

Are the words I Couldn't say,

I should have found a way to tell you how I felt,

Now the only one I'm telling is my self.

I opened it and a small piece of paper falls out.

I bend over and unfold it and see Sirius's handwriting.

"I always loved you Ginny!"

Tears fall as I read it.

"Damnit Sirius.".

And now its to late