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The Heart-Shaped Hole

Summary:

How did Sherlock cope with the wedding — the loss — of his best friend whose true value he came to realise too late, only after the inner revelations during his own Best Man’s speech? The answer is (as we know from the beginning of His Last Vow); he didn’t.

Self-reflection in poetry form, aka what went on in Sherlock's head during and after John and Mary's wedding.

Originally posted on Fanfiction net in 2014.

Notes:

Hearing French chansons in a concert this week reminded me of a song which reminded me of a Sherlock story that I really, really wanted to write a long time ago. I never got round to doing it but this poem remains. It was supposed to become the prologue to that longer HLV-centric story and was originally posted on Fanfiction net in May 2014. Oh those were the days of the Johnlock Conspiracy and brilliant meta written by amazing writers such as loudest-subtext-in-television and deducingbbcsherlock, who also inspired this piece. It isn't perfect but I’m still kind of fond of it, so I thought I should bring it over from the archives. Hope you enjoy this little throwback poem!

In the first part Sherlock faces some painful self-realisations as he goes “into battle”.

Chapter 1: Out

Chapter Text

 

When innocent May was in expectant bloom

I fought the Battle of the Best Man

I encountered two mysteries of the locked room

and cracked them, as only I can

 

After they were wedded as husband and wife

I prevented one delayed-action stabbing

I solved the case, he saved the life

— All the while I kept on blabbing

 

I improvised the speech, my long love letter

And although it wasn’t quite the goal

In trying to be his Best Friend (and better)

I revealed — and lost — my heart and soul

 

Did I say “murder”? I meant to say “marriage”

I may be slipping and only Freud would know how

The picture isn’t whole yet (where is the missing carriage?)

But marriage is murder and it’s killing me now

 

If anyone asks me, I will happily tweet

“Oh what a night for all who were there!”

But inside my mind I’ll beat a hasty retreat

From the things I just cannot bear

 

The flowers, the lights, the dance and the song

— a chaos of sight, sound and scent

Just watching the scene where I don’t belong

Nerves and energy utterly spent

 

After The Waltz and my last vow

I’ll abandon the joyous throng

Would have loved to dance but I can’t see how

When everything seems so wrong

 

I lost the battle in the final act

Now it’s time for my last impressions

Believe it or not, I have enough tact

To make no more shameful confessions

 

But watching those two just dance away

The beaming bride and the groom

Makes it impossible for me to stay

My head spinning with confusion and gloom

 

All my duties are done, nothing more left to see

— How it all became clear in a flash!

One final deduction, reserved for me

Then I’m headed for the post-case crash

 

Reconciling “Man” and “Friend” and “Best”

Now that all is said and done

Feels like a hole ripping through my chest

He’s married — I’m woebegone

 

What will be left of me tomorrow?

The hole was crafted with such precision

I guess I deserve the loneliness and sorrow

As I couldn’t make the right decision

 

I turn to leave before my anxiety grows

No one tells me to stop and wait

Why should they care, no one else even knows

That my revelations came too late

 

When he first came along, why didn’t I see

He was holding the missing part?

He unlocked the door, to the core of me

The impenetrable chamber of my heart

 

He’s as vital as blood, as essential as air

Always keeping me on the right track

But now that he’s with her, and the baby is there

How could I ever get him back?

 

Don’t pick up the pieces, just let them be

Give him up without a fight

Lock the empty room, throw away the key

And disappear into the night