Hey people, I can finally write again. It has been difficult because I have been depressed about Sirius. Well, to get through this, I wrote the following poem to tell how I feel. Tell me if you like it, if it helps you, or what. And the capital HIM is Harry. And this isn't from any character's point of view. It's from my own. Hope you like. Read and Review please.

DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own HP. I own this poem though because I wrote it.

His death, do I mourn

So I cry with HIM too

Cry like he is some relative

I have known all my life

But in a sense he is

A relative of mine

And everyone else's too

Because through the HP books

I have gotten to know him

I have learned about him

Laughed with him

Smiled with him

And then I died with him

It was as if my heart

Was breaking in two

Now I can not think

Without tearing up

And if I think about the books

I get sick to my stomach

Thinking about my loss

Only it isn't just my loss

But the loss of all fans

She wasn't lying

When she said his death

Would be difficult to write

She should be glad

That howlers don't exist

For if they did

She would have a million

A million for every fan

That came to love and know

Sirius as I did

Now he's gone

And there is nothing

I or anyone else

Can do to bring him back

Someone suggested

That she use a time turner

To bring him back

But time is set in stone

If he were meant

To be brought back

It would already have happened

So all I can do is sit here and weep

For a character in a book

That I cherished so much

For his time is now passed

And I am left to mourn

The loss of a good friend

Godfather and

Close relative

Sirius Black

Will never be forgotten