Realisation.

So after we've lain here.
For these years.
Realised our fears.
Together.
The weather.
Has changed.
These.
Trees.
The canopy too.
Have fell away.
Now infront of me.
Is a void.
Me one side.
You the other.
I look around.
Behind me's the trees.
The canopy intact.
The memories.
I look back.
I see you.
You're old.
Worn.
Facing the trees.
I squint.
You wave.
The same bracelets.
Same rings.
Same clothes.
The reflection of myself.
In years past.
Still looking at the trees.
Wishing it could go back.
Sickens me.
I turn away.
One last look at those trees.
Those memories.
Dance through the trunks.
I sigh.
They were good.
But longing for them is wrong.
I look to myself.
Wave.
And throw myself into the void.
-Harry