dead weight. sirius black.

one.

you ask me
what we're doing today.
we sit outside your manor
i would call it your home
but i know it's not.
we sit
ready for second year
and on the tip of our tongues
we want to say i miss you
because even when were so close
we feel so far
when our company
used to come easy to us
we now drown under the weight of our silence.

i hum
as if it was an answer
and you laugh.
it wasn't funny
i don't know what was funny.
i feel a piece of me
is stuck with you
and your emotions
so i laugh too
even if it wasn't funny.

i stop
a little before you do.
and you glance at me
as if you wanted to say something
then my brother comes bounding out
sweat trickling down his blonde hair
and a broad grin on his face
when he says
we're leaving for home
he ran out here to tell me that
because here scares him
and home is comfort
but to me
places like this
don't give me a sense of security
because i know
eventually it will be ripped away.

like my hand
in yours
as lex drags me away.
we're ripped from each other
and as always
in the end
my heart hurts a bit more.