After you eat sweets,
you get a sour taste in your mouth:
a reminder
that nothing lasts forever.
Luna forgets. She swore
that she would not, but she does.
She barely remembers the day
that she forgot how Harry's death
- well, "death" -
shook her to the roots.
It all blurs together, now.
She watches Lavender,
with raised scars on her back;
George,
with raised scars on his heart.
She thinks, here I am
Here you will be, one day.
Standing in line to send an owl,
stepping outside,
and realizing:
It's a bit warmer
than I would have guessed.