When I had him, my life was fine

They are one.
When Voldemort sneezes from the back of his head, he makes an excuse and walks away.
When they go to a bar, they scare everyone, but a lie saves them.
They deceive everyone they meet, but life is finally full of colour and adventure.
They are two.
The first time he cries, he blames it on Crucio.
The second, on chopping onions for his last meal at liberty.
The third, on Dementors.
But deep down, he knows he deceives himself.
It’s betrayal, rage, and loneliness that brings tears to his eyes.
Endless pain.
And I’m missing you.