Don't Be Dead

by LostInAWrittenWorld

A short poem written after the events of 'The Reichenbach Fall' from Watson's perspective. -Spoilers for 'Reichenbach'- And I really can't figure out how to make spaces between the various lines, so, sorry... Haha.

Okay, so I don't really think John Watson is a poet. But if he was, he might have written something like this...

Spoilers for The Reichenbach Fall

(BBC Sherlock is not mine, haha.)

Every Morning I Wake Up And Expect You To Still Be Here

But you aren't

You won't ever be

Not ever again

They told me you were dead

Told me lies to my face like I wouldn't understand

Like a child

Like they thought

I would ever believe

Yeah right

You could never be dead

I hate them

Their lying eyes

Their lying smiles

Painted on tears

I can still see the grin underneath

No amount of makeup will hide

They're happy

Happy because they think

you are dead

You aren't dead

You can't be dead

You're too real

to be dead

Real people don't die

Other people die

So I walk in

Expecting you at dinner

At tea

At all

I went to the grave

Because I knew you weren't dead

couldn't be dead

They had carved your name into stone

Like they do for those gone

And for a moment

I almost believed

You were dead

But you can't be dead

Because you're too real

Too real to be dead

So please

please

don't

be

dead