Another Johnlock poem. Felt a bit sad after writing Last Goodbye so I wrote this to ease John's sorrow. Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or the characters or the actors however much I wish I did, cause then I could make Moffat write happier stories more often!
Summer Reunion
I get up this morning, dress and eat too
And the whole time I'm thinking of you
Since you fell it's been almost a year
But everyday I shed at least one tear
I'm now unemployed, the surgery job I lost
Mycroft willingly paying that cost
I aimlessly walk, take in nothing I see
Then head home for a consoling cup of tea
I walk past the river and on past a boat
When suddenly I see that familiar coat
Noticing the blue scarf I almost go into shock
There's one way to check so I yell out "SHERLOCK!"
You turn around and I start to run
As you stand shocked in the midday sun
I hug you close and you exclaim "John!?"
And I say "Shut up, I thought you were gone."
I flood with emotion and begin to cry
As you explain the day I saw you die
Then you hug me closer, close to your heart
And somehow I know we'll never again be apart
You separate us, "I have something to say,
Even though I know you're not gay,
I love you John, it's always been you!"
And I now know exactly what to do
I grab those curls and pull you down for a kiss
You kiss back; we've both a waited a long time for this
Then we walk holding hands in the summer heat
All the way back to 221B Baker Street.