Waiting

What about the love between Voldemort and his horcruxes? Draco, Crabbe and Goyle? Can I write without remembering what I wrote?

I wish I could.

I bet I could.

My soul shrinks and expands as I look all around myself.

You bring me space and I bring you time.

You bring me echoes.
I'm just a wall.

In a world, where people grow wings, I tell myself that I've grown roots.

I know you're waiting for me, like Death.

The very first time I saw you, I knew.

You and me.
Hang on. :)