every time you look in the mirror
it's a /reflection\ of him
you're a living, breathing mirror
oh, they "speak" your name
but they see him, not you
it hurts for them
but how does it hurt for you?
in ways unimaginable
you really didn't know what grief was
but now? you're an expert.
grief that leaves you breathless
&shattered and numb
very numb
it s|h|a|k|e|s your foundation
and crashes your world
he's there
when you're conscious
&when you're not
in your restless slumber
you see him
'hush, hush,'
the darkness says
it lulls you to sleep
with promises of happy dreams
what a liar
you see Fred in your dreams
(you don't even have to say his name;
he's a permanent staple in your mind)
the bittersweet laughter, the memories
the bittersweet togetherness
what it felt like
to have another ha|lf of you
it was fredandgeorge, gredandforge
oh, but it's different now
it's f . r . e. d . & g . e . o . r . g . e
spaced out
a million miles -apart-
they say they understand
how you're feeling
if they never understood you 2two2
in the 1first1 place,
how could they understand now?
a/n - camp potter. I used the mandatory prompts as well as breathless. word count: 201