Disclaimer: Wow, I wrote a lot of poems. And, as you were expecting, Remus Lupin isn't mine.
Almost
Everything's almost the same,
Almost the blue, sweet sky,
Almost the same, bitter moon,
But not the same through my eyes.
Just enough, I can pretend
It's all just like before,
But though it's almost similar,
Without you, I'm not sure.
Sometimes, I look at the sky,
And see it's the very same blue,
And then you're almost back again,
For me, it will almost do.