A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Ron/Hermione, #093 – sharing
A Larger Poetry Collection
155. Together
He'd take that pain, those scars, away if he could
but he couldn't, and all he could do was listen
to those tortured screams,
see that blood drip
from her torn arm
and wish he could just do something…
He'd give his blood
if he could; she'd have been safer then:
he was safer, just a little bit safer
but he couldn't, he couldn't protect her
from that harsh world.
But he had to admire her; she'd held her chin up high
even as her arm bled, as her body was torn by pain
And afterwards, she showed those words, said those words
with pride; that was who she was, her identity, her strength
and even though he wished he could take it all away,
he'd put his arm through hers and help her on
Because that was all he could do,
all she wanted him to do, expected of him
and that was enough.