I no longer remember what you looked like,
dementor cloak and all as you snuck around my room
stealing every precious thing from me--
Not my room.
My sister and i, my sister and i, my sister
I no longer remember what your name was
because every man after you
was the same.
but all able to steal the warmth from the room
and make me feel
Me and my sister, me and my sister, me and
I often asked myself why you were released from azkaban.
Why Dumbledore would allow you to roam free
around the muggle land,
stealing soul after soul.
I will always remember the way she cried.
The tears falling, a hurricane erupting from her silent sobs,
My sister and i, me and my sister
frightened and blaming
I am glad, now, that I slept by that window.
I only wish I had known what
other precious things you were taking not only from me
but from her, my sister.
We do not talk of it
I do not know which boogey man haunts her room at night.
I am glad to see her smile
but all I want is to cry.
I remember nothing of you; not your name, not the year, not the day, not the reason I let it happen more than once.
I do, however, remember your shout
as I yanked open the blinds.
Scolding me for revealing your horns and tail
“Don’t do that!”
And you ran.
And I remember your bare ass naked outline running to the hallway.
My boyfriend asks why I don’t wear nightgowns.
And I say because snakes are liable to climb up
and then i’d have to not remember
all over again.