Poetry: My reaction to The Reichenbach Fall

[merosha]

I saw the episode and while I didn't cry, I was incredibly impressed and a bit sad (for both Sherlock and John). This is my salute to the awesomeness which is BBC's Sherlock and the people who made it.

Comments appreciated. Also, who do you think these refer to?

Bloody Dreams \ The Living

His still body fills my hazy head
I can't think straight,
I reach for his wrist,
I see his bloody forehead, dead eyes.

My hold slips as hands pull us apart.

I want to scream but my mouth stays silent.
He is taken away
and I don't see him again.

My breath catches,
my eyes snap open
and my hands grip the sheets.
For a moment I feel relief
but the tears come
because I remember:
it is not a dream.

Bloody Dreams \ The Dead

His paines breaths rip my soul,
the blood on his lips glow in the eerie light,
the hole in his chest glistens.
He looks at me and smiles.

My heart burns.

He chokes and turns his head.
Instinct guides me to caress his fair hair.
I almost flinch as blood flows from his nose.
He touches my cheek,
smears it red.

I don't dare to close my eyes.

His glaze over.

I scream...

... and jolt awake.
I check my phone.
He sleeps. And breaths.
I sag with bittersweet relief.