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Alright, IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU READ POEM: Okay, the first stanza of this poem is through Remus' persepective when he found out James and Lily were dead. The second stanza is through Sirius' perspective when he arrived at Godric's Hollow and realized James and Lily had been killed. The second part is supposed to take place about a week later, after the initial shock has worn off. Remus is mourning, and Sirius is, of course, in Azkaban. Okay, that's all you needed to know... Please R&R!
Remus:
My heart thumps in my chest,
I fall on bended knees.
The truth is beyond
What I understand—
It is beyond
What is meant to be.
My emotions I
Always held within,
Hidden from the world,
Do suddenly
Overflow my mind,
Brimming my eyes with tears.
My feelings I kept
Under lock and key
Now escape from in me.
My world comes undone,
My world has ended—
Yet, somehow, life goes on…
Sirius:
At some point, my brain must
Have ceased to work at all.
I don’t remember
Anything, other
Than the thumpings
Of my restless heart.
The smell of sorrow
Stings my eyes, brimming
Them with tears—but I
Don’t recall crying:
I remember howling,
Screaming for my friend,
Who now lay dead
Beside me; no matter
How I shook, or screamed
Or prayed for it
To be a dream
To be awakened from.
But I didn’t awake—
And I’m still living in this nightmare.
One Week Later…
Remus:
In memory
I hold the times
When we had lived
So happily.
In memory
I drown in
Our days that were
So carefree.
In memory
I remember
Your face, the way
It was meant to be.
In memory
I recall
Your lively eyes,
Remember your ways.
In memory
I try not to
Imagine the life
Leaving your eyes.
In memory
I try not to
Think the final
Thoughts of your mind.
And yet I wonder,
Did you die
Hating me?
Thinking I had done
This to you,
That I had cast
You aside?
I suppose it’s true,
I’ll never know
What was lost
To your memory.
Sirius:
In memory,
I’ve lost the times
When we had lived
So happily.
In memory,
I drown in
Only the sight
Of your body.
In memory,
I can’t remember
You’re face with its
Mischievous ways.
In memory,
The Dementors force
Me to recall
Your unseeing eyes.
In memory
I howl again,
Stinging Azkaban
With your memory.
In memory
I’m tormented
By what thoughts
Must have raced your mind.
And yet I wonder,
Did you die
Hating me?
Thinking I had done
This to you,
That I had cast
You aside?
I suppose it’s true,
I’ll never know
What was lost
To your memory.