A/N: If you have read works of mine before, you have probably heard that I love poetry, and write it often, which is true, but this is the first fanfiction poem so fheifhdhfnjfebdkdofhsm FINE.

I contemplated about putting this up for a few days. I'm An incredibly awkward, self confidence lacking, human so ugh. Something (boredom) convinced me In the end.

This poem was originally written as a birthday present for my bbz Mushy, or Mushroomking97, however my lack of conviction hindered me from publishing it on time.

Happy belated birthday my love!

Everyone else: Enjoy (Or don't. I don't own you.)

-KLR


Who?

A Doctor Who Poem

2/6/13

Are you nothing?

You are something.

I find that quite hard to believe.

You can't just get up and leave.

You whisper close, yet then go far

To a place not reachable by plane or car.

Your passing steps leave trails of dusts.

Follow them, I must, I must.

Nothing is able to counteract.

I thought that we had made a pact.

Oh, Doctor come back. Please, do!

When I ask for you, they only answer "who?"