Sherlock...

221B is filled with your shadows,
they never go away.




You bossed me around while lying on the sofa.






You left your marks on the wall.





You annoyed everyone with your harsh words.






You were addicted to nicotine.





You yelled boring.







You used my laptop without asking.






You used the dining table as laboratory.





You kept dead bodies in the refrigerator.



Sherlock,






I won't complain about you anymore.



I had always believed you and only you.










My best friend.






Hurry up and come back,
Sherlock.