Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, this never would have happened.



Hopefully the lines work as a whole, however, it's supposed to be that the 2nd and 4th lines of each verse form their own, independent sentences.



My first thoughts in the mourning



Alone and dressed in black, I sit in my room,

No procession passes by.

Alone and depressed by Black, I sit in my gloom,

Because there's nothing left of you to bury.



Every hope to see you again was snatched away.

I don't know where you are,

There is no wake for you. No funeral day,

We cannot say a real goodbye.



A whisper in a curtain's all that's left of you,

Are you trapped forever?

Is the whisper then, your soul, remaining true?

Or are you now set free?



A tear falls as a dog barks in the house next door.

It's always the small things;

Followed by tears for tears' sake, as I cry more and more.

They remind me of you.



~*~



In loving memory of Sirius Black; we will never forget you.