Falling

I’m falling again.
I try to forget but I only remember.
Each time I see him the world disappears,
and I fall, over, and over, and over.
There’s nothing I can do to stop my longing heart
although my body is broken and beaten
from falling over, and over, and over.
Because all that’s waiting at the bottom
are rocks, jagged, craggy, and sharp.
Dashing me to pieces over, and over, and over.
And no matter how much I want him to
he will never be waiting to catch me at the bottom.
And I will spend a lifetime
falling and breaking over, and over, and over.

E penultima din "ciclul Harry Potter".