I reach up to you and you reach down to me
But we are so apart, as if far across sea.
"I'm coming up." I said, but you don't let me climb
"Keep your eyes fixed on me." you beg, time after time,
"I'm a fraud. I'm a fake. It's a mere party trick."
The thought of believing it makes me feel sick.
"Why are you saying these things, Sherlock?" I ask
And I see you, for once, not feeling up to the task.
It must be some kind of sick joke, I am sure,
"Come down here." I watch your eyes glance at the floor.
"It's my note." he says sadly, "That's what people do."
And I find myself desperate to reach up to you.
"Goodbye, John." Those final words capture my breath
And I watch you fall down from the sky, to your death,
"Sherlock!" I cry, my heart breaks, I feel pain
As I see you laid limp on the ground in the rain.
"Oh god, he's my friend. Please god, don't let him die."
And to this very day, I still ask myself why.
You had everything to live for, I'd have given you more love
But as I reached for your hand, it was never enough.