Upon a time, upon a stair,
I saw a man who wasn't there.
I saw that man again today
And I wish, I wish he'd go away.
I wish that he'd stop being there.
Everywhere I go he's there too, I swear.
I can't stop myself from seeing him
Thinking he's here, like some phantom limb.
Because, by now, he's an extension of me,
And I of him. I know how he takes… took his tea
And he knows… knew my favourite cake,
Even that I had an irrational fear of snakes.
Now I sit, all lonesome, in my chair,
Haunted by thoughts on History's cruel affair.
To take him so suddenly, I never understood,
From this world where he still could do so much good.
So why, oh why, does he haunt me still?
I've seen other men die, I've seen other men killed,
So why is he different and weighing on my mind?
A good friend, a great man, I mourn, resigned.
If only, if only, he could just not be… dead,
I would like that, a lot, no not feel this dread,
That I might see him again, up on that stair,
That I might see again, that man who isn't there…
Wow, um... I didn't really mean to do this, I swear! I cried while writing this too...
Geez... Well, if you didn't know, this is about the last episode of BBC Sherlock's Second Season. Great, by the by, but utterly depressing- even if I did know that Sherlock lives...
But John doesn't!
Gyaaah! I'm such a horrible person! I really need to not do this, to myself and all the (internet) people I know and love... .
Please don't kill me.
NOTE: I would just like to point out that the first stanza is not mine (though I tweaked it a bit to fit better with this) and was, in fact, my inspiration. I found it in a user's signature on DA and it didn't say who it was by so I'm assuming it was the user. Unfortunately I was bitch-slapped in the face by my muse (damned lazy ass!) and so I went to go write this and completely forgot to get the name -.- And so, I don't know who to credit... if you know please tell me!
And, you know, if you want to review and give me much needed feedback, I won't complain either...