Voldemort

Old friend,

Why don't you go?

Why do I catch you in my palms like a butterfly when I wake up.

I don't call your name but

When someone talks about you,

My tongue slips like

It never stopped calling it.

You are Voldemort.

The one who shall not be named,

Yet I hardly forget anything about it.

Tell me,

Do you still leave some on your mouth of what you eat?

I think everyone who loves me, loves you in me.

Old friend, 

You are not around.

But...let me know... When you really go.