AN: So this ended up being written really quickly after reading a tumblr post on the subject. It got my brain cells working and this came out. I hope you like it :)

Sixty-Four

Will you still feed me, will you still need me, when I'm sixty-four?
Those were the words you belted out,
at the top of your lungs,
from the roof of the multi-story car park.
Your voice strained at the effort.
You were stood on the railings,
One wrong move away from certain death,
Looking at Lily.
Your eyes didn't leave her face for a second.
She rolled her eyes, looked away with a faint blush,
Told you to "get down from there!", but she was smiling.
I can't remember what brought us to the car park,
But there we were, laughing, dancing, shouting,
Stumbling, fumbling.

Marlene dropped the bottle, but we didn't care:
We were already drunk.
Mary curled up in the back of someone's pick up,
Claiming she was just resting her eyes.
I lit up while leaning over the railings
And dropped my cigarette.
I watched it fall until my eyes lost track of it.

What will life be like when we're sixty-four?
Of course, it was Remus who asked.
We talked of family gatherings
Too big to fit in a single house,
Because we were all family,
We were brothers.
We talked of our children,
Of our children's children.
Who would be the bad influence,
Who would be the better dad.
There was a war going on,
But it didn't faze us.
Never for a second did we think we'd never reach sixty-four.
We were going to reach sixty-four.

Twenty-One
You were twenty-one.
I saw the destruction from down the street
and my heart dropped like a deadweight
it dropped it dropped and didn't stop
We talked about our futures like we had a clue
I saw you on the stairs and I couldn't see anymore
all was a blur in the tears that I couldn't control
We were so sure we were going to live forever
In the nursery I saw her the defiant gleam still in her eyes
Lily who was going to be yours forever
Lily who'd chosen you
Lily
The war was just a phase, it would be over and we'd have our real lives left to lead
He was crying in the crib, not a scratch on him but a solitary scar
A baby crying in the destruction
The boy you'd both died to save
Just a boy
There's no justice left in the world, James.
There's only actions and reactions, and sometimes they don't make sense.
I cradled him in my arms as my knees buckled and James
I don't think I can do this I'm not strong enough
I need you I've always needed you and you were twenty-one for God's sake
twenty-one and that's it that's just it there's nothing left anymore
I was lost. I was broken. I was shattered all over again.

If I don't make it to sixty-four, James, I'm sorry,
But if I do
I'll still love you.