I had a lot of feels after I watched the ending of Sherlock, so I wrote this. I was also kinda drunk really drunk, so if you don't think some of it flows, that's why. This is basic Shakespearean sonnet style.
John's POV
Your voice was filled with a growing despair
Your words worrying me beyond belief
Seeing you stand so high up in the air
My heart sinks to my stomach; filled with grief
People are frantic; I don't hear a sound
My face is numb and I can't feel my hands
My legs give in and I sink to the ground
I can't believe it, though I watched you land
This must be a trick, something up your sleeve
I know you stalled, to give yourself more time
No one in the world could make me believe
That my best friend would commit such a crime
And every night that I lay down in bed,
I wish on stars you'll come back from the dead.