Disclaimer: Remus Lupin is not mine. The poem is.

Guilt

My face is clean, my tears are dried,

But my inner conscience torments me inside.

The reason's within me- the reason you died.

There must have been something that I should have tried.

Where I was weak, you were strong,

But your spirit had died while mine carries on.

I look in the mirror, and my face is drawn,

Why do I remain when you are all gone?

Is there some purpose I need to fulfill,

Or will I watch more deaths, knowing still,

You'd have stopped it, but I had not the will,

As this war continues, more will be killed.

If you all are gone, then someday I must follow,

My head seems so empty, my heart seems so hollow,

It's not in self-pity, but guilt that I wallow,

The fact that you're dead seems so hard to swallow.

Each step is heavy, because you're not there,

I still hope I'll find you, though I don't know where.

Life may be cruel, but I try not to despair.

If you're somewhere up there, please know that I care.