You and him
Him and you
Every day you look up to the sky
Somewhere
Sometime
There is a mad man
He has this blue box
It travels through space and time
It's always an adventure
Even to the mad man
Only the Box knows where and when it will land
And sometimes
Just sometimes
You think you hear that familiar sound
You think you saw a spot of blue
And you call for your husband
He comes and you laugh
You always laugh
As you realize that it was just your imagination
But,
Even if you are no longer in the blue box
You are still brilliant
You know that, right?
You are the luckiest history teacher in…well…history
You not only got to meet the Aztecs in their own time
They pronounced you a reincarnation of the god Yetaxa
You have been to the Stone Age,
Have experienced the French Revolution,
Been lusted after by the Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus,
Met Marco Polo,
And done oh so much more
Your husband is studying the golden bracelet you received
Oh, so long ago
From Nero himself
You never take it off
Most people would think
That this is your most prized keepsake from your travels
Those adventures with the mad man
And his silly, blue box
But, that is far from the truth
And now you take your husband's hand in your own
You look at him and smile
And he smiles back and it's all
You and him
Him and you
Because you never would have known how brilliant he was
You never would have become this man's wife
You never would be pregnant with your first child
Without the mad man and his blue box
And that unearthly child who you both felt for
Without all that you would never have found your favorite keepsake
Him