A/N: Rosepeony came up with the genius idea of continuing this one verse at a time, so thank you! :)
For some reason, I really struggled with this verse, but hopefully you won't absolutely hate it.
Also, I'm trying to type this with a very sore broken finger, so sorry for any mistakes, this is taking forever to write.
Disclaimer: If I owned The Mentalist, I probably wouldn't get into fights with my bedroom wall at one o'clock in the morning and loose miserably. But I don't own it, nor do I own Raglan Road.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
He watched as she and Van Pelt walked down the street ahead of him. She had long since forgotten the poem he left in her office all those weeks ago. Unrequited love. What a miserable thing. For so long he believed it to be something exaggerated, something that only truly happened in books and movies. And then it happened to him.
Maybe it would be best if he just told her how he felt about her. Who knows, maybe she might feel the same way. Who was he kidding, of course she didn't feel the same way. He sighed in frustration. He had gone over this in his head so many times before. To tell her, or to keep his mouth shut. He just didn't want to blurt it out, and ruin their friendship. And last time he tried to subtly drop a hint, it just confused her. He gave her part of a poem about unrequited love, for crying out loud. How could she not get it?
At least this way, while he may be suffering, she was happy and, most importantly, still his best friend.
And at least they weren't working on a case right now, because he can't concentrate on anything but her and he knew it was just a matter of time before she and the rest of the team noticed. They had this job for a reason, after all.
He didn't like this feeling, didn't like having to watch from a distance. He hated to admit it, but it made him sad. That was the simplest way to put it. He only felt happy -truly happy- when he was with her.