And here comes number three. I wrote them all in one night. I think I had a blackout. Or someone took control of my hands. I don't know. The night is blurry and I only remember laying in bed, typing with half-closed eyelids.
I really need to know what you think, Really. REALLY!!!
Sentinel
By White Angel
Left Alone
eyes drop close...
tiredness takes over...
controlling the tears...
after hours
and hours
at least he falls asleep
dreaming...
of him.
damn
he wakes
shivering...
he still heard his voice
shouting at him...
cursing...
damning him.
damn
coffee
need coffee...
and work
distract himself
forget about the empty loft
how wrong it was
not to hear him
his heartbeat late at night
when he woke
from bad dreams
now
all alone...
it feels like drowning
every time he awakes
alone
left from his guide
his friend
his love.
damn
shouldn't drive
who cares?
Sandburg would
if he still was there
hadn't left
hadn't left him
damn
sitting at a desk...
still thinking of a certain anthropologist...
working on a report...
got one sentence in the last hour
not enough
Simon'll explode
again
so will Jim
there'll be a lot of shouting...
and no Blair to calm them down
or to share the frustration with...
no Blair...
no love
damn
a day off
the worst that could happen...
lonely
drowning
drowning his sorrows...
in alcohol
so he wouldn't die
die from a broken heart
the heart in his chest
damn
he missed him...
The End