a/n:prompt by Sui Generis Paroxysm :- Blank, empty, alone
Thanks and season's greetings to anonymous:-)
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
Set during the Hiatus.
Blank
The doctor sighs;
Puts down his pen.
The blank pages
Remain pristine,
Unmarked,
Clear.
His writing;
Mary's presence;
Holmes' adventures:
How quickly
All cherished things
Can disappear.
~0~
All is still,
Calm, quiet
And empty.
Yet, sometimes,
If he tries,
He can almost
Catch sight
Of a written page;
Mary smiling;
Holmes arguing:
His fractured world,
All too briefly,
Put right.
~0~
Firelight dims:
Another day
Endured,
Almost over.
He pauses;
Recalls something
He has always
Known.
His writing
Honors
Mary's memory,
Holmes' legacy.
The doctor sighs;
Picks up his pen.
Filling blank pages;
He writes on
Alone.
~o~