Unspoken

So little time elapses

But already eons have flown

Time is irrelevant

Inconsistent

Without you

The flat lifeless

The pictures haunted

The skull mournful

The city sounds outside the window

Dull

As a train wreck

The creases where you sat

Undisturbed

There was so much I felt

So much I should have said

The flat is haunted

By your memory

By my emotion

By words left unspoken

Author's Note: A fan poem in the POV of the BBC's Sherlock version of Dr. John Watson, set in season 2, episode 3, after the Reichenbach Fall