I Miss the Sky

by TheShoelessOne

A short poem in the point-of-view Sirius Black. It's his stream of consciousness when he is in Azkaban before the Third Book.

I miss the sky.

I miss the stars swimming

Through the dark vastness of space.

I miss the cool breeze in my hair

On a crisp, Autumn day.

I miss the crunch of snow under my feet

As I walk in the dead of winter.

I miss the smell of the air,

The twisting and turning of the fragrant wind,

Carried from afar by the slightest stir.

I miss the sound of glad voices,

Happy as they play in the streets.

I miss the warm sun on my face,

Bringing me joy and lifting my spirits.

I miss happiness, the feeling of joy,

Love, tenderness, friendliness, a helping hand.

I miss the dark hours of the night

Winding down, sitting together,

Remembering stories of days gone by.

I miss Remus, James and Lily.

Hell, I even miss little Severus.

I miss people surrounding me,

The warmth of their touch and their voices.

But now they were gone.

No light, no love, no breeze, no heat.

Only the darkness and joyless cold.

But a glimmer of hope.

I miss the feel of my wand in my hand,

Pointed at his throat,

Threatening his death.

He had done this to me.

He had done this to James and Lily.

He had made me a joyless, thoughtless shell.

He made me who I am.

I would kill him.

He is at Hogwarts.