A/N: Never will a greater tragedy occur than that of Professor River Song and the Doctor's timey-wimey relationship. Sorry to write such sad things; I've had a lot of OTP feels recently.
Loosely written in the point of view of River Song.
They dance around
What mustn't be said,
Keeping secrets
Inside their heads.
Her heart betrays
Her eyes in Morse
With scars and sorrow,
It beats in four.
What is to come
For her and him
Must be withheld,
Undisclosed and grim.
Spoilers, you know,
Can undo so much:
The word itself
Is a poison untouched.
But is her destruction
The silence that follows?
Or the absence of action...
Or the way she feels hollow?
Time can be
Rewritten sometimes
"No, don't you dare!
"Not one single line."
And now her time
Is running out*:
Darillium and then
The Library's doubt.
A different face
Will bid 'adieu'
To one that's dead
At "Who are you?"
Who knows which him
Is here, and how?
Take out the journals;
"When are we now?"
Has it been two months
Or eleven or ten
Since she's seen him last,
Or where or when?
He doesn't know,
But isn't it great
That they're together now;
Such a kind thing is fate†.
She doesn't let him see
The damage that's done to her:
Her wrist, her heart...
"Just change the future!"
At the Pyramids of Giza,
He whispered, "Look into my eye."
Now he doesn't remember,
And a part of her has died.
Perhaps the Library was just
Finishing the job,
Taking the last
Of her soul to be robbed.
*This line is inspired by a song called "Time is Running Out" by Muse.
†Reading note: to be read with sarcasm
Thank you.