My sweet Lily flower

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I climbed up the stairs.

Stairs where we once danced.

Danced to escape the troubles of this world.

This world which has caused us fear.

Fear which has caught up to the marauders.

Marauders who were once with us.

With us, there is no saving anymore.

Anymore, we heretofore live.

Live to laugh.

Laugh with those who no longer feel.

Feel the joy.

The joy that was earlier present.

Present in how we looked and talked.

Talked about worldly things.

Things only we talk about, no one else.

No one else could lift me high.

High enough to make me believe.

Believe that there is love.

Love for me.

Me who belongs to you, James.

James believe it or not, I love you.

I love you, even as your lifeless figure crashes to the floor.

The floor where Harry took his first steps.

Steps that will lead to greatness.

Greatness we won't be around to see.

- Your Lily Flower


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