*I don't own Doctor Who or its characters

Thought of this poem on the way home today.


It rains powerful tears

That come from pleeing eyes

The tears she cries forms lonely blue boxes

Inside them little blue men in disguise

They are fictional doctors

Not of hearts

Not of beating hearts

But of time

How long he's lived doesn't matter

Or which regeneration he might be, though I know it's not nine

As he falls, he calls to declare "I love-"

That's all, before the tear drops fall to meet with their end

"Goodbye Doctor, my dear friend"

It's only goodbye until they soon meet again