Jack's Poem

I love to live

I love to fly

But I hate to say goodbye

I live to save

I live to protect

But I hate to be called a defect

I like to flirt

I like to play

But in a way I live to die

But wake to see another day

Jack through his pencil down and sighed dropping his head in his hands, the poem staring innocently up at him. It summed him up perfectly; he supposed that was because he had written it. "Jack where are you" Yelled Ianto, his voice ringing around the empty Hub. Jack grinned dropping the poem in the trash, maybe the poem hadn't defined him perfectly, "Over here" Jack shouted back, after all the poem hadn't said anything about Ianto.