Disclaimer: Remus Lupin and James Potter, the two characters mentioned in this poem, belong to the great and wonderful J.K. Rowling. If I could write something half as good I'd publish something and own it. Alas, I am not, and don't own anything except my computer.

Author's note: This is a poem in the form of a letter (hence the title.) The letter is from Remus to James, somewhere in the middle of the third book. It just popped up in my head and stayed there, so here it is. If you like it, review! If you hate it, review anyway!

Letter

Dear James,

How do you do?

You won't believe how much

Your Harry's like you.

I wish you could see him

And cast off his shroud.

You'd be so happy, James,

You'd be so proud.

He's got your rimmed glasses

Around Lily's eyes.

Your hair cannot hide his scar,

But he still tries.

He's great at his classes,

Tell Lily he's fine.

He's got friends intelligent,

Loyal and kind.

He's Gryffindor seeker,

Snitches he catches.

McGonagall likes him

'Cause he wins their matches.

He flies with your gracefulness,

Flies with your style.

He's youngest House player

By many a mile.

But it's more than looks,

Or habits, or skills,

I just barely look at him,

And, boy, it kills.

I came here to forget.

And instead, I remember.

I think about it, James,

My mind it disembers.

He's just a young boy

Without a real home.

Thrice he's faced Voldemort

All on his own.

Can you believe it?

He's grown up so much.

He's not cold and lifeless

But warm to the touch.

He faces his fears,

And triumphs the bad.

He's so much like you, James,

And it makes me sad.

He doesn't know you now,

Lily's all but gone.

Happiness is in his friends,

Hermione and Ron.

You know that I miss you,

I hope you're okay,

I'm dropping this letter

Here on your grave.

Voldemort killed you.

I'm living with that.

Maybe it's time

I help get him back.

Love, Remus.