And here comes number three. I wrote them all in one night. I think I had a blackout. Or someone took control of my hands. I don't know. The night is blurry and I only remember laying in bed, typing with half-closed eyelids.

I really need to know what you think, Really. REALLY!!!

Sentinel

By White Angel

Left Alone

eyes drop close...

tiredness takes over...

controlling the tears...

after hours

and hours

at least he falls asleep

dreaming...

of him.

damn

he wakes

shivering...

he still heard his voice

shouting at him...

cursing...

damning him.

damn

coffee

need coffee...

and work

distract himself

forget about the empty loft

how wrong it was

not to hear him

his heartbeat late at night

when he woke

from bad dreams

now

all alone...

it feels like drowning

every time he awakes

alone

left from his guide

his friend

his love.

damn

shouldn't drive

who cares?

Sandburg would

if he still was there

hadn't left

hadn't left him

damn

sitting at a desk...

still thinking of a certain anthropologist...

working on a report...

got one sentence in the last hour

not enough

Simon'll explode

again

so will Jim

there'll be a lot of shouting...

and no Blair to calm them down

or to share the frustration with...

no Blair...

no love

damn

a day off

the worst that could happen...

lonely

drowning

drowning his sorrows...

in alcohol

so he wouldn't die

die from a broken heart

the heart in his chest

damn

he missed him...

The End