In a book, in a box, in the closet
In a line, in a song I once heard
In a moment on a front porch late one June
In a breath inside a whisper beneath the moon
There it was at the tips of my fingers
There it was on the tip of my tongue
There you were and I had never been that far
There it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms
Sherlock sighed sadly as he reached into the hidden box in his closet.
It was filled with pictures of the two of you and the ring he was going to propose to you with.
It would have been your fifth anniversary. If you were still with him, that is.
Sherlock did love you, he just didn't say it. In fact, in the three years you were with him, he didn't express any emotions toward you at all.
You didn’t mind. You loved him.
Little did you know, Sherlock loved you too.
And I let it all slip away
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn't say
Sherlock hadn’t told you he loved you on the night of your third anniversary.
You were getting tired of the little game he played.
So you asked him.
All you needed was a brief nod or maybe a meaningful look.
But all you got was silence.
There's a rain that will never stop fallin'
There's a wall that I tried to take down
What I should have said just wouldn't pass my lips
So I held back and now we've come to this
You left Sherlock that night.
You wanted to be with someone who loved you and you felt Sherlock didn’t.
Sherlock growled at himself, staring at your ring.
He wished he could have told you.
More than anything, he wished he still had you.
And it's too late now
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn't say
"I do love you, Y/N. I really do," Sherlock sobbed to himself.
I should have found the way to tell you how I felt
Now the one I'm telling is myself
What do I do now that you're gone
No back up plan, no second chance
And no one else to blame
All I can hear in the silence that remains
Are the words I couldn't say