So I didn't originally intend it as a character poem, but I guess it could apply to someone. I read it after I finished and thought maybe Ginny, but let me know who it reminds you of.


11:45 and the driveway's still empty;

she lets the curtain drop and turns away from the window.

Supper dishes washed and dried and put away four hours ago,

He should've been washed and dried and put away too, with her, tucked into bed in pajamas and

clean skin.

But the driveway's still empty as she climbs into bed

(the clock tick tocking and her heart full of dread

at the pictures in her head and the faces of the dead

as they walk instead of the living).

11:51, she pulls the covers up and waits to hear his steps on the stairs

(he'll stop at the top and turn the light out)

It's how she knows she'll be ok, hush little baby, all through the night, whispers can't hurt you

and the shadows won't bite.

11:55, he's still not back and the night is black and the sky is a tarp that the stars have ripped

through, little by little by little. Tell me a story? but there's no one there to

stroke her hair and sit beside her to tell it.

11:59, too quiet now except the thud of her heart and the clock tick tock but she won't give in so

she sings a little song to pass the time along.

It's all right, it's all right,

(but her heart's full of dread)

it's all right, it's all right

(faces of the dead as they tick tock walk in the pictures of her head)

it's all right, it's all right

(waiting in bed for him to come home and chase the monsters away).


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