Don’t Ever Leave Again
I’ll never forget it. The one moment I will remember for the rest of my life.
I was standing at the window of 221B Baker Street, drinking tea, just where HE had stood so many times. I had seen him stand in this exact spot, drinking the same tea, from the same cup. I missed him more than I could possibly voice. After the funeral 3 years previous, after the worst day of my life, Mrs. Hudson had kindly lowered the rent of 221B, tears in her eyes as she said, “I couldn’t imagine that flat with someone new in it John, you must stay.”. I was paying her what I could, I helped around the building. At the end of the day, really any time of day when I wasn’t working or sleeping, or lying catatonic on the sofa, I stood here, at this window drinking tea. Just like he had. Watching passersby on the street just as he would. But, I didn’t see what he would have seen, in fact I barely saw anything at all beyond the window pane. I couldn'