A/N

I'm admittedly stretching canon here a bit, as it's implied that it didn't take long for Rose and the parallel Torchwood to begin work on the Dimensional Cannon. Still, I assume that there was at least some period in-between of hopelessness on Rose's part, that there was no way back to her own universe. Suffice to say, I expanded on the idea.


Reflections of a Petal

I cried 'till I can cry no more,

Tears falling to the ground.

Thinking of the man I lost,

And then briefly found.

Still I feel the course of sadness,

Tearing up my heart.

What began on that night of wonder,

Can never once restart.

Sadness, regret, they course through me,

With feelings of hate.

Directed to cruel circumstance,

The winding paths of fate.

The gate that once connected worlds,

Has closed for all time.

While my heart is left torn apart,

Reality remains fine.

Even now I still look back,

Imagine his ship's light.

I was ready to travel for all time,

On a never ending flight.

Cybermen, daleks, the void ship,

They now reside in hell.

I can't take comfort from their fate,

For I'm in it as well.

I still have the TARDIS' key,

I cradle it in my hands.

As if to call it through the void,

As if I could make demands.

Sometimes, when I close my eyes,

I can hear his gentle voice.

Fury coursed through it at times,

But only at his choice.

The Ninth Doctor, the Tenth Doctor,

To me they weren't the same.

But without any incarnation,

All I feel is pain.

I still remember, back in Torchwood,

Losing my faint grip.

Taken away from my greatest friend,

On a dreadful, final trip.

Those around me gently state,

That I must move on.

But how can I do that here,

With the Doctor forever gone?

Sometimes I feign normalency,

But it's all just a façade.

Time does not heal all your wounds,

It only makes you hard.

Sometimes I feel I really died,

That this is the next life.

Dreams of memory, harsh reality,

The balance of a knife.

Sometimes I listen to the breeze,

To hear his voice once more.

To emulate our last farewell,

On Bad Wolf Bay's long shore.

But all things must come to an end,

I live in a new era.

Doing work in this world's Torchwood,

Acting as Earth's defender.

..

But though time's passed and life has flown,

The Doctor I think of still.

I've not forgot him or our travels,

And I never will.