a/n:prompt from DetectiveAtWork- Watson's POV on the death of Mary.
A villanelle.
Mary
This house no longer feels much like a home to me;
No gentle words, no loving smile to share.
Just silence fills the space where Mary's voice should be.
~o~
I try to fill my time, but hours stretch endlessly;
Each day is one more day she isn't there.
This house no longer feels much like a home to me.
~0~
Those last few days together haunt me constantly;
No answer to each desperate, heartfelt prayer;
Just silence fills the space where Mary's voice should be.
~0~
I turn the key and step inside so wearily,
And long to hear her footstep on the stair;
This house no longer feels much like a home to me.
~0~
I search for her in every treasured memory,
But find, although her touch is everywhere,
Just silence fills the space where Mary's voice should be.
~0~
I think about our future, planned so hopefully;
Those shattered dreams are more than I can bear.
This house no longer feels much like a home to me;
Just silence fills the space where Mary's voice should be.
~0~