today there was nothing on the table
cutlery, yes
plates, yes
my mug with handpainted rabbits, yes
but today there was nothing on the table.
in your haste to impress the
distinguished guest, don't forget
the need to exhale.

it's not safe where you're going, I
whisper to the pregnant woman carrying her
grocery bags walking
towards the railways, she
probably knows, but
she probably doesn't, and if she doesn't, how would she?

the ones who know never speak up.

contrary to popular belief,
I realized I missed you when
we were finally right beside each other
giggling over Oliver Wood and
Ron's stubby nose.
I don't want to leave you again, but
I'd be lying if I said I'd stay forever.

Forgive me.

I missed this morning, I
had forgotten to bring along
extra fuel to keep me going, I
hope it never slips your mind to
retreat sometimes because everybody needs
something
to keep them
moving.

You keep me moving.

I'm halfway
out of the door, but
please don't
close it
just yet.

I've been
waiting seven centuries for you to
meet me halfway
keeping a close eye on the movements of the planets when
all I had to do was to
spin a hundred and eighty degrees.