Title: Lament of the Broken
Rating: PG for sadness and Slashy overtones
Disclaimer: IF HE WERE MINE, I WOULDN'T NEED TO WRITE THIS STORY!
Summary: Post OotP. This is the mourning of the one left behind. This is the Lament of the broken. Light RL/SB
A/N: Hope you enjoy. Sort of poetry, but not really. It doesn't even really have to be slash. Take what you want out of it, and leave with what you're given.
Lament of the Broken
I'm sitting here,
just watching, waiting.
And wondering...are you near?
I'm looking at the stars tonight.
Yours alone is shining bright.
I wonder...does that mean you've finally gone home?
I could never keep you here, Not really.
And I Knew, so it was all OK.
And even if I tried, I understood you'd leave anyway.
But, Seriously, Sirius
(You always found that funny)
You left, and now? And now I want to know where.
(So I can visit...or stay.)
You went behind that curtain, yes.
And I stopped him from saving you.
Or from saving himself? A fault of mine, I suppose.
Are you with Lily now, and James?
You'll never see Bella or Peter again- they'll burn in hell.
With me.
I'm alone now, did you know?
Our four is down to one.
It's like you always said, I guess.
("Lonely isn't any fun.")
Your eyes have always said goodbye since Azkaban.
But I still saw the hellos they used to give.
I think I'll miss the puzzle that was you.
Harry's here with me...and not.
He never smiles anymore you know.
I think the hell he was born into has finally begin to burn him.
I'm broken, Sirius.
So I'm sitting here now,
And writing my own eulogy.
The lament of the beaten and maimed
rings bitter with the blood of others.
Yours. Soon mine as well.
This is the song of the dead.
But you don't sing it.
You're still alive inside me.
(And your voice was always horrible)
So I'm thinking tonight, Sirius.
And I'm counting The minutes and the years.
I wonder if your memory will fade in the wind that dries my tears?
But mostly, I'm not worrying or waiting.
Mostly I'm just missing.
You.
It's always been you.
It always will be.
Sirius.
fin