A/N: Well, after finishing This Plague Between Us (and if you haven't read it, please check it out), I felt like trying something new, trying my hand at poetry. It's pretty free-verse, so really I'm just interested in hearing what you think about it, whether I should do more of it, etc. So just send me a review, be honest, it's just something I'm having a play with. It's Rhys POV, regarding Gwen. Enjoy. (:


and sometimes it's like
she's disappeared; faded into another
time. her hair is windswept, in her eyes
and her eyes are somewhere else.
he can hold her
in his arms
but he can't hold her
- protect her -
from the world; her world, where
he is her rock, and she is
broken in two.

bloody gwen. beautiful, brilliant
bloody gwen. blood of our enemies
smeared on her face and hands and skin.

sometimes the stench
of death
comes off her so strong, his lips tremble
as they brush
over hers.
torchwood took his PC Plod and turned her into
mrs. smith, knife stuck in her garters.

meeting the team -
iantojacktoshowen -
was him understanding. him knowing how
she got this way.
there's sadness in all their eyes
even hers
and somehow
that's worse
than not knowing.
he knows, in his heart, he was meant to forget;
that gwen stopped it;
but sometimes, he wishes he had.

words don't come out right
or don't come out at all
when you're the fiancé
of gwen cooper.
but when you're the fiancée
of rhys williams - well,
words aren't what you need.