I take the words. I scatter them, in time and space...
and they shot out
gold and glittering through the galaxies
spelling her name in a parking lot
a space station
the milky way
spreading outward and back through time
as from the epicenter of an earthquake
the power that was Rose
the Bad Wolf
her name carved in canyons and valleys of distant moons
places she had never been and never would be
written on the side of the TARDIS
and inside the TARDIS
written underneath the console
where the Doctor never looked
through and through the waters of alien worlds
shattering the connection between a planet and its sun; the oceans
shaping the letters in another language
a language of weeping
then freezing
the planet he would take her to never knowing
the continent they saw
it was her weeping
the testament to their future loss
