Letters from Azkaban

you

oh and you,
I saw the stars in those eyes of yours
I tasted joy on your lips
I basked in your light
your laugh was liquor
and I grew drunk
I drank your soul
and in turn you drank mine
you were the sky
you were my freedom
I belonged to you
to you alone
I was yours
and you, mine
you were perfection

yet
I also wallowed with you
your sorrows were mine
your dreams
they were mine too
I shared with you our dreams
your pain was mine
your heart was mine
your agony was mine
and I felt it as my own

but treachery divided us
and you believed
believed that I
I who shared with you
laid with you
sheltered you with all I had
/loved/ you
was capable of the horrors
accused by those you so disliked

it is cold here,
I no longer sense your warmth
your light cannot breach this haze
your joy cannot be found here
your scent cannot calm me now
your love cannot reach me

you were my sanity
but now you are gone
and I have succumb to this fate
in which I will remain
forever yours
belonging to a ghost

but perhaps I was the ghost
for you no longer see me
for who I was
for who I am

forever yours
Sirius