Twenty fifth response to Hades' December challenge.
Prompt from KnightFury:"Watson becomes a little depressed now that the festivities are drawing to a close. Does Holmes notice? If so, what does he do about it?"
Mending
He sighed and sat back, put his pen down at last;
The twenty eighth day of December, already;
How quickly time passed.
A clinic tomorrow, no locum relief.
The stories, glad tidings and carols were over;
The break had been brief.
He'd hoped to catch up on his journal and sleep,
But such aspirations were easily thwarted.
More deadlines to keep.
He stood and decided to head up to bed,
To shut out his fears for a new year which promised
High workload ahead.
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Holmes watched as the doctor swept out of the room;
He wondered what might be a useful distraction
To scatter the gloom.
He knew that his friend was unwilling to take
The steps which would help him to lessen the burden
Which kept him awake.
The theory was simple, if problems were shared
It banished the clearly illogical notion
That nobody cared.
Holmes violin sang as he played for his friend.
He smiled at the sound of the doctor returning;
His music could mend.
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