Obscuring

Losses in life don't always give you the miss

The void they leave feels like a dementor's kiss

And for the moment that the soul leaves the body

You stand back, feel that outer body experience and realise your life's a parody

So you laugh at life itself

Afterall a bit of humor is always forthcoming, especially off the shelf

Poetry was never my forte

But somehow rhyming has now become my repartee

Not that I'm good at it or any such fancy notion

Sometimes all I long for is a swig of polyjuice potion

Afterall you'd like to be someone you're not

Just to sit in the mirror and look at what you forgot