Silent Empathy
Wolves are meant to run in packs, not alone;
So why is it that I am now left on my own?
Once we were unified, and the Marauders were immortal—
Dearest two vanished now behind Death's weaving portal.
When the moon waxes full, silver-bright in the skies
There is no one left with me to answer my cries.
Lone wolf in the darkness, heart bleeding and broken
Wishing for time, and for words left unspoken.
I live now for Harry, James and Lily's legacy
For of those of his past, there remains only me
To tell of his infancy, and our childhood stories
Of when we were whole, and of our many glories.
He's all I have left; and I care for him so
Though what role I'm to play, I confess I don't know.
He's had fathers enough—would he want that from me?
And if he did wish it…could I possibly be?
When I see him next, I know he's been crying,
And the light in his eyes is all too quickly dying.
The poor child, to suffer from innocence lost
All for knowledge gained at far too high a cost.
I wrap my arms round him impulsively and hold tight
Knowing the value of comfort in dark-shadowed night.
He lets me. So starved for affection, for love paternal
With father and godfather now gone on to the Eternal.
Still he does not speak—yet we both know words of sorrow
Alone could be expressed. Perhaps we will talk tomorrow—
There are questions, after all, which must be answered, I concur,
But for now, in this brief moment, there is no real need for words.