Aching

I hope that every time you

see me
Hear me
Cry for me

That your bones ache.

The atmosphere above my home carries death eater clones - feeding off the emptiness that should have been closure.

May my smile, my laugh, be forever engraved in your memory so you forever realize what you missed.

Lost.

This poem is about: 
Me

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