Little Lighter
We meet at the lake by Grimmauld. You wear a little red coat, I bring my black trench. We sit for a picnic and chat.
I bring the good wine; you bring the food and we spend ages talking. I try to get to know you, get why you saved me. You talk about your dreams, wanting to be a healer.
We meet often there. It becomes our place. Each time I feel a little lighter. Time slowly passes by; we begin to heal together. My expectations lower on what was expected. We are no longer playing a game. We discuss our sexuality - now that was a surprise.
We go out one Saturday night. Get drunk and eventually we get down. Given our history it was a long time coming. But it ends well. Feeling a little lighter once again. We fool around have fun.
Eventually a discussion is needed to be had. The first of the snow falls and you wear the red coat again. Holding each other tightly watching kids make snow angels. We be reckless. I tell you I want to marry you one day whilst looking at the sky. The last of my weight is lifted when you agree with me. Tucking your head into my neck we stay sat they’re till the sunsets. A couple, at long last. Feeling lighter than we've ever been before.