There Was Almost Always One

by The-Detectives-Pathologist

Just a poem I wrote about the Doctor.. It may be slightly off, since I haven't seen a majority of the Classic Who. ; I haven't ever been good at poems either.. Sorry! Criticism is welcome! Actually, I'd appreciate it! Bad summary is bad.

For a while, there was just one.

Maybe there had always only been one.

One person

One soul,

One mind.

There was just one.

All by himself.

Maybe he never looked the same,

but it was still that one man.

That lonely,

Sad, man.

There had almost always been one.

Sure he met others, but they were never what he needed.

Then one day, there was.

She had called out to him, her boring life challenging him to take her away.

So he did.

Over time, he may have even begun to love her.

She sure had loved him.

With every fiber of her being.

They were perfect for eachother.

He loved her with everything, and maybe that lonely sad man would be no more.

He just couldn't tell her.

But he did.

Oh

So

Much.

There had once been two,

A man and the one he loved.

They explored many things together.

She tore the fabric of time apart to get him back.

They were in love.

Fate had other plans though, and ripped them apart.

And what had once been two,

then became what would always be one.

Nothing good ever came to the man who traveled alone.