Author's Note: Wanted to practice poetry. Needed to get my Riechenbach angst out. This is what happened.
He's fallen for John
In every sense of the word
Fallen from the rooftop
Fallen from grace
Fallen in love
Love was first
Who can say when it started
The first meeting?
Perhaps…
John is dazzling
Moreso because he doesn't realize it
John is the first one to see that he's human
John is the first to care
And Sherlock can't help
Falling in love
Grace came next
He always considered himself
Above human
John shatters that illusion
Like glass
John is his weakness
His heart
Sherlock lets John change him
And falls from his imagined pedestal
Finally, the rooftop
The most literal interpretation
He stands at the edge
Drops the phone carelessly behind him
The conversation ringing in his ears
John stands down there
On the street
Begging in vain for an explanation
Sherlock sees only a blurred outline
And he's unsure if it's distance
Or tears
That obscures his vision so
This is it
He doesn't want to do this
But he will
There's never been a choice
He takes a breath
And
He
FALLS
For John
