“Lily! Grab Harry and run!” James screamed.

She began sobbing hysterically.

“Please, no James, I can't go, I-”

“GO! JUST GRAB HIM AND GO!”

She looked into her husband's eyes that were pleading with her, nodded, and ran out the back door with Harry, her son, in her arms.

Hello dear

On a warm springtime day

Birds are chirping.

Dogs are barking.

And flowers are blooming.

I still love you.

“So, you apparated here, and left James to DIE?” Sirius asked, wiping his eyes.

“He told me to leave, Sirius. And I did. For Harry. When I went back it was too late!” She cried.

Sirius hugged her.

“It'll all be okay, Lils.”

Hello dear

On a hot summer day

The ocean is warm

Spraying salty mist into the air

Love is on a roll.

And I miss you

I still love you.

Lily watched Harry jump into the ocean and play happily.

James would never be there to protect him from the dangers of growing up.

He wouldn't get to see Harry off on the train to Hogwarts, buy him his first broom, or go watch his quidditch games.

Sure, there was Sirius, who Harry loved like a father, but Sirius didn't cut it.

He wasn't James.

Hello dear

On a crisp autumn day

Leaves crackling beneath my feet

As I walk through the cemetery

Red, orange, yellow and brown

They're beautiful

But I need you.

I still love you.

“Harry, dinner's ready! Come inside!” Lily yelled out the window.

Harry ran inside.

“What's for dinner, mum?” He asked, running his fingers through his hair, reminding Lily so much of James.

“Don't do that, honey.” She said, wiping her eyes. “It's arrogant.”

Hello dear

On a cold winter day

Colder than your breath

Hot cocoa memories swirling in my mind.

I wish you were my mittens to keep me warm.

I wish you were my jacket to wrap yourself around me

I wish you were my scarf to touch my lips.

And I hate you for dying.

But I still love you.

Lily stared at Remus.

Had he really just asked her to marry him?

James had been- well, dead, for ten years, and she was still mourning him.

Would marrying Remus really make things better for her and Harry?

“Yes.” She said, kissing him.

A/N: So this is to a poem I wrote, and it's a one shot. Review and maybe I'll write another one like this. Even though I despise it, maybe you won't.