Alonso
In a far, distant planet,
Across far, away space,
A bar was filled with hundreds,
Yet one sat alone.
His throat burned with liquor,
As liquid met flesh,
And the flesh recalled every moment,
It was a burden he carried.
Yet as he sat alone, the bartender,
Slipped him a white, folded paper,
He took it with curiosity,
And suspicion taking hold.
He unfolded the note carefully,
And in confusion, and awe, he did see,
Four letters that would change his life,
"His name is Alonso."
The man stared for a moment,
A moment that seemed like a lifetime,
And when he looked up,
He did not see Alonso.
Another man stood across the bar,
Always in the back of his mind,
A man with two hearts,
A man who changed faces,
A madman with a box,
A man who had lost so much,
but also had never given up.
And in that moment,
He could see the sadness in his eyes,
The oncoming storm,
The Doctor.
The Doctor nodded once,
And fell into the shadows,
Their paths, once intertwined,
had now been broken.
It was then the man heard a shuffle,
And another sat beside him,
Another man who looked sad and disheveled,
Another man who needed a drink.
So he called the bartender,
And slid a drink to the man,
"So, Alonso." He spoke, grabbing his own drink,
"Cheers."
"How did you know my name?"
Allonso inquired, almost suspiciously.
"Well," the man replied,
"I am psychic…" he teased.
Alonso's frown turned into a grin,
"And yours?" he said, chuckling.
The man had a sudden thought:
Perhaps two burdens are better shared?
"Jack." He replied. "Jack Harkness, at your service."