I miss you, Ron.
Everyday, I expect to see you
Right there next to me
When I wake up.
I have always hated Tom;
Every day since that day that you died
I’ve wanted Him to come back to life
So I could kill him myself.
Whenever I look at our children,
I see my chocolate brown eyes,
But your famous Weasley red hair,
And I miss you.
I wish I had told you sooner,
I wish we would have known.
We could have been together longer,
And had fewer fights.
I want to turn back time,
And prevent you from dying
By sacrificing myself.
For you, I would.
I miss you.
I want to hold you and kiss you.
I want you to be the last thing I see before I sleep,
And the first thing I see in the new day.
I miss you, Ronald Bilius Weasley.
I miss you.