i miss us

.

and my hand

is cold without yours

empty

.

i miss you

isn't that strange?

i miss us

.

who we used to be

when i loved you

and you loved me

.

and life without you

is lonely

but you are not

who i though you were

.

you are not

the young child at eleven

sitting next to me on the train

sharing sweets and laughing at your own bad jokes

.

you are not

the young boy at fifteen

holding my hand

as we promised our love was forever

and ever

.

you are not

the young man at nineteen

cradling little harry in your arms

a fond smile dancing on your face

.

you are not

the man i thought i loved

for he is lost,

left behind

somewhere

whether in the dark cell of azkaban

or in the empty rooms of the place you

just couldn't call home

or perhaps at hogwarts, somewhere you belonged

.

but wherever you are,

you are certainly not

here,

with

me