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?"
