Disclaimer: I own nothing but the computer and notebook in which I wrote this poem (which I am particularly proud of.) For more info read the author's note, there is always something there.

Shooting Star

By Lily Lupin

Just because I've stopped crying

Doesn't mean I've forgotten you

Just because I'm smiling

Doesn't mean you old news

Just because I didn't light a candle

Or throw novels at the wall

Doesn't mean I don't miss you

It doesn't mean that at all

It means that I'm ready to keep walking

And make something good of today

So if I may see you later

I have plenty more things to say

And the fact that I dried my tears

And stopped thinking of you everyday

Only makes the times that I do

More special in every way

The End

A/n- I had two inspirations to this poem and I will mention both…

The first was this flame that I got from a rather reviewer. I mean no offense to this person; you just misunderstood my words. In my bio I made this comment about how I was 'ready to move on' after the death in Order of the Phoenix. The person reviewed on of my stories and talked about how she didn't like my carefree approach on the matter. If anyone EVER wants to tell me off on my opinion or any other senseless thing I do or say in my bio please e-mail it to me (Niftynoodlesaol.com) and do not put it in a review. Waste of space if you want my opinion (but that's what got me into this mess, right?). If I find it necessary I will remove whatever it is. She definitely misunderstood me; I loved that character- everyone did –and just because I'm not protesting JK Rowling doesn't mean I don't miss him. And something is just telling me he's coming back- I don't know what is, I don't know how but…well I just can't explain those kinds of feelings, I guess.

My second inspiration was (is) a famous poem by James Witcomb Riley called 'He is Not Dead'. I'm not sure if I got his middle name right. It is a wonderful poem and a definite must read. I am no poetry expert, but I liked it. On this site called Maleficium she drew a picture to it, a memorial (Memorial here).

…And I would also like to add that I didn't mean anything by the title. I just plucked something out of my head and (ta-da) there's the title! Honestly my author's note is longer than the poem itself. I'd better go now.

-Lily Lupin

Written and Finished August 26, 2003

(four days after my birthday)

Posted June 7, 2004

(almost a year later)