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
