Return With Milk – 'Reichenfeels' Remixed
(A birthday gift for Cherik221b. Love you!)
The rain comes down in deerstalkers as I sit at the window pane.
Now there is no one left to hate…no one for me to blame.
I wonder what they're all up to now? Merry-making and partying away?
Eating donuts and devouring cake…on my saddest day.
Soldiers are supposed to cope, and I'm coping on the outside,
But at night I take refuge in warm blue scarves, and run to his room to hide.
Tonight is the same as any other; I close my eyes for sleep and murmur, 'Dull…'
So I reopen them for my nightly staring competition with that wretched skull.
Three years, Sherlock, three years! I've counted each jammy day!
Each day since you left me…and took my world away.
I wish I'd told you then, what I'm longing to tell you now…
That I need you and I love you…and that we should invest in a cow.
And that's when I heard it…right outside my door!
Footsteps I could recognise in any state padding lightly across the wooden floor.
When he entered I was ready – I knocked him right off his feet.
…At least I was careful…to avoid his nose and teeth?
When it was much past midnight, we lay together on his bed,
Taking the time, until we slept, to say the things that had been prior left unsaid.
We spoke about the cases and recent news (I even brought up the cow),
And for hours on end we apologised for every misunderstanding and old row.
Alas! The next morning, I thought it was all but a dream.
The bed was cold and empty beside me, which made my tears start to stream…
But stop when he pranced through the door, his grin annoyingly smug!
When he asked me what was wrong, I regret to say I called him a humbug.
He shook his head in confusion, walking closer, Tesco bag in hand.
"Sorry if it's not to your liking, John, but I prefer this brand."
Reading my expression, he finally understood the muddle in my head,
"You know I don't really like cows, John…so I got the milk instead!"
Which feel are you?
Humour, angst, fluff...or something else?
SherlockedSherlockian xxx