N/A A poem about Rose missing the Doctor, and thinking about what happened on Bad Wolf Bay.
You're Gone Now
I wish I had your hand again
A hand that I could hold
Whenever I was lost or sad
Whenever I was cold
You would always tell me
How special I was to you
Though you didn't say 'I love you'
You always thought I knew
But now it doesn't matter
What you said, what you didn't do
And even though you're gone now
I will always love you.