A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Remus/Tonks, #066 – gone.
A Larger Poetry Collection
128. Almost Gone
She couldn't just wait for him to return:
it was a bloody war out there, and the way he'd looked
before he left told him he knew that too,
knew he wouldn't be coming back.
She wanted to scream at him, beat her fists
into his chest
but what was the point of that?
He would go, she knew;
he had to go
and she couldn't stop him.
He couldn't stop her either
even if that meant leaving their child behind
and dying together on the battlefield
arm in arm.
She'd rather have saved him instead
but she'd seen him fall
and vengeance was worth a pearl
but not her love.