He stands, stretching upwards,
silent as the emerald eyed,
coal dusted cat, laid out
beneath the hanging brasses.
Unaware of the universe,
of the shimmering reflections
bouncing back.
Shining shards float free,
bound merely by memories,
each face, each fragrance,
each fall from favour.
His personal horcruxes,
his burden to bear home.
She lingers a while, watching
rainbows ride the ceiling,
scores of sunlit days long gone,
ghosts of tender touching moments.
She knows him, yet she knows nothing.

© Copyright 2013 Abigail Baker




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