I sit here waiting

For someone who'll never come

My heart is empty

~

He was a genius

A consulting detective

That was his title

~

He knew everything

Well, thought he did, anyway

Swaggering about

~

He was infuriating

Arrogant, full of himself

Why do I miss him?

~

He made me feel small

But underneath, he was good

To those he cared for

~

Only I knew him

He was no murderer

No one believes me

~

A false confession

It must have been; he'd never

Have killed anyone

~

He was my friend

I'll always believe in him

I'll never forget

~

Though I must accept

Sherlock is gone forever

Goodbye, my old friend