On January 14th, I learned that a beloved man and actor Alan Rickman passed away. I’ve always had an odd relation with death; My philosophy was just that everybody dies and there’s nothing you can do about it, so why let it bother you?
I had a poetry class that morning where we did this exercise where we had a word from a magazine clipping, a paint sample, and a playing card. I had the word “Days,” the Ace of clubs, and this greyish-green color named after someone named Gina’s eyes. With all of these, we had five minutes to write a poem that brought all of them together and make something cohesive.
For some reason, all of these things together got me even more immersed by Rickman’s death. Therefore, I decided to write a poem from the view of one of his most iconic characters, Severus Snape. Though I’ve never been one to share my poetry in class, I figured it’d be safe to put on here. Again, as a disclaimer, this is what I came up with in five minutes.
There never seems to be enough time:
time to love, time to learn, time to do what’s right
I look into her eyes
and I see all of the days we had as children
and all of the time we spent together
and you, my doe-eyed sweetheart.
Time has not been kind to me,
and when you left
I seemed to grow more and more alone,
withdrawing into the darkness.
I tried to save you,
There just wasn’t enough time.
Now the days pass by so slowly
as I wait for dawn to come.
I still see your eyes,
and I hope that they’ll be the last things I ever see.
Because after all this time,
I’m still in love with you.